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METRE, 

£UCH   AS    HAVE    BEEN    MOST    USED    IK 
THE  LATE  GLORIOUS  REVIVALS  ; 

Dr.Watts's  Psalms  and  Hymns  excepted. 


By  JQSHUA  SPALDING,  A.  M, 

Minister  at  the  Branch  Church  in  Salem. 


<•  Oat  ©f  the  mouth  of  Babes  and  fucklings  thou  Mft 
perfe<9ed  praife."     A/d/r.  xxi.  j6. 


SALEM: 
fRINTJED    BY   JOSHUA    CUSHING, 

180,5, 


Bi/triS  of  Mafdchufetts,  to  wit : 

BE  IT  REMEMBERED,  that  on  the 
eighth  day  of  June,  in  the  twenty-ninth 
year  of  the  Independence  of  the  United 
States  of  America,  Joshua  Spalding,  of 
the  faid  Diftri<5l,  hath  depofited  in  this  Office 
the  Title  of  a  Book,  the  Right  whereof  he 
claims  as  Proprietor,  in  the  words  following, 
to  ivit: 

"  The  Lord's  Songs y  A  Colk^ion  of  compofur^; 
In  metre y  fuch  as  have  been  mojiufed  in  the  laie  glori- 
ous revivals  ;  Dr,  Watts' s  Pfalms  and  Hymns  ex- 
cepted. By  Jofhua  Spalding,  A.  M.  Minifler  at 
the  Branch  Church  in  Salem.  *  Out  of  the  mouth 
of  babes  and  fucklings  thou  hafi  perfected  praife.* 
Matt.  xxi.  16." 

In  Conformity  to  the  A<51  of  the  Congress 
of  the  United  States,  entitled,  "An  A(5t 
for  the  Encouragement  of  Learning,  by  fe- 
curing  the  Copies  of  Maps,  Charts  and 
Books,  to  the  Authors  and  Proprietors  of  fuch 
Copies,  during  the  Times  therein  mentioned  ;" 
and  alfo  to  an  Adt  entitled,  "  An  Aft  fupple- 
mentary  to  an  Aft,  entitled.  An  Aft  for  the 
Encouragement  of  Learning,  by  fecuring  the 
Copies  of  Maps,  Charts,  and  Books,  to  the 
Authors  and  Proprietors  of  fuch  Copies  dar- 
ing the  Tillies  therein  mentioned ;  and  extend- 
ing the  Benefits  thereof  to  the  Arts  of  Defign- 
ing.  Engraving  and  Etching  Hiftorical  and 
other  Prints." 

N.  GOODALE, 
Clerk  of  the  D'lftria  of  Majachufetts, 
A  true  Copy  of  Record. 

JtteJ.    N.  GOODALE,  CkrL 


PREFACE. 


THE  editor,  having  fpent  feveral  years  in. 
travelling  among  the  chur-ches  ia  the 
late  remarkable  fcafon  of  Divine  Influences, 
has  witnelfed  the  great  benefit  of  the  ufe  of 
Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs,  which  has  been 
prevalent  with  this  glorious  work.  He  has  ob- 
ferved,  however,  that-  fonie  in  frequent  ufe  were 
very  incorrecft,  and  that  a  number  of  thofe 
moft  efleemed  were  not  to  be  found  in  any  of 
the  colle(51ions  extant  :  this  inconvenience  be- 
ing much  felt ;  wilhing  to  add  every  thing  in 
his  power  to  the  improvement  of  the  people  of 
Zion  ;  and  by  the  requeft  of  his  friends,  who 
apprehended  that  his  extenfive  intercourfe  had 
made  him  acquainted  with  the  compofurcs  of 
this  kind,  which  appear  moft  generally  for  edi- 
fication j  he  was  induced  to  undertake-  this 
work. 

He  has  not  fele<ftcd  any  of  Dr.  Watts's 
Pfalms  and  Hymns,  for  they  are  all  valuable, 
and  make  a  volume  entire,  and  are  every  where 
difperfed.  He  has  affixed  to  the  Hymns  all  the 
names  known  to  him  of  their  reputed  au- 
thors :  of  a  number  which  have  been  long  in 
ufe,  the  authors  were  unknown:  thofe  mark- 
ed with  the  letter  A,  were  either  criginally 
compofed,  or  materially  altered,  by  the  editor: 
and,  with^  a  d-.fire  that  the  Lord  alone  might 


P    R    E    F    A    C    fi» 

be  eialted  by  them,  which  he  doubts  not  has 
been  the  defire  cf  all  their  authors,  he  has  in- 
fcrlbed  them,   ^he  Lord's  Songs. 

He  hopes  that  the  fweet  enjoyment  he  has  ex- 
perienced, joiiiing  with  thoufandsof  the  Lord's 
hidden  ones,  in  fmging  theie  divine  themes- iii 
this  houfe  of  our  pilgrimage,  may  be  a  pre-i 
lude  to  his  joining  with  ten  thoufands  of  his 
faints,  foon  to  be  revealed  upon  Mount  ZIon, 
to  employ  their  harps  of  gold  in  fmging  a  new 
fong  before  the  throne  of  God  and  the  Lamb/ 

J.S.. 


ADVERTISEMENT. 


THE  great  variety  of  metres  in  this  collec-* 
tion,  has  made  it  neceflary  to  diftinguifli  tfiem 
in  fome  manner  different  from  what  has  been 
ufual  ;  this  has  been  attempted  by  numbering, 
them  in  the  following  order,  viz. 


Common  Metre 

I  ft  Metre; 

Long        -        -        -.       . 

2nd 

Short 

3d 

84th  Particular 

4th 

146th  Proper 

5tH 

148th  Proper 

6th 

Sevens         -         -         -         - 

7tH 

Eights,     Whitefield's       - 

-     8th 

Houghton,  or  Salem  tune 

-       9th 

Tens         -         -         -         - 

loth 

Elevens         .         -         -         - 

nth 

Eights,   3  line 

I  2th 

Sevens,  with  Hallelujah 

13th 

Sevens  double,  Hotham  tune     - 

14th 

Eights  and  Sevens         - 

15th 

Hart's^        -         - 

1 6th 

Sapphic  Ode          -         -         - 

17th 

Fort  Miller,  or  Feverfhamtune 

1 8th 

Trinity          -         .          .          - 

19th 

Symphony,  or  Ghefhunt 

20th 

Sevens,  6^  line        - 

2Ul 

Advertifemeni. 

Toplady*s        -        -        -        -   22nd  Metre. 
Eights  and  Sevens,  with  Hallelujah 
^Newton's        -        -        - 


Newyork  tunc 

The  March         -        - 

Crucifixion 

Dartfort  tune 

Salifbury  tune 

Eights  and  Sevens,  double 

Davies's         -         -         - 

Berkley  tunc 

Bermondfey  tune 

Common  Metre,  double 

Long  Metre,  double 

Fives  and  Elevens 

Sixes,  with  a  chorus 

Sevens,  with  a  chorus 

Chatham  or  Baltimore  tune 

Harv-eft  Hymn 

Long  Metre,  with  a  chorus 

New  Jerufalem 

The  Prelude 

Mafon's         -         -         ^         . 

Eights,  double         -         -         • 

Tate's  .... 

Gowper*s         -        -        -         . 

Clark's         ,         .         -        . 

Pearce's         .... 

Fiftieth  PFalm 

Cruttenden's         •         -         - 

Elevens  and  Eights,  Calne  tune 

Jiigh  Praifes        .        .        , 


23d 
24th 
25  th 
26th 
27th 
28th 
29th 
30th 

3. ft 
32nd 

35th 
36th 
37th 
38th 
39th 
4Cth 
41ft 
42nd 

44th 
45th 
46ih 
47th 
48th 
49th 
50th 
51(1 
52nd 

53d 


AdvertifemenU 

Mourners'  tune        -        .        -.  j4tk 

Bii;tul  tane         -        -        .        -  55th 

Long  Metre  with  Common        -  56th 

Canaan        -        -        -        -      -  57tli 


A  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


METRES^  TASK 

3      A     CHARGE  to  keep  I  have  72 
xV  2  Adam  our  father  and  our  head  6^ 
1  Ah  Lord  !  ah  Lord  !  what  have  1  done  14 

3  Ah!  lovely  appearance  of  death  38 

I   Alas  !  for  I  have  leen  the  Lord  150 

1  All  hall  the  power  of  Jefus'  name  151 

2  Almighty  Father,  gracious  Lord  123 
10  Along  the^anks  where  Babel's,  Sec,  267 

1  Amen,  amen,  the  angels  cry  273 
t    Am  I  a  foldier  of  the  crofs  18 

34  And  let  this  feeble  body  fail  203 

2  And  will  the  great,  eternal  God  96 
31  And  wilt  thou,  great,  eternal  God  97 
1 3   Angels,  roll  the  rock  away  92 

1  Approach,  my  foul,  the  mercy- feat  19 

2  As  birds  their  infant  brood  prote<fl:  199 
2  Awake,  my  foul,  in  joyful  lays  122 
2  Awak^,  my  foul,  and  with  the  fun  209 
I   Awake,  ye  faints,  and  lift  your  eyes  224 

35  Away,  my  unbelieving  fear  112 

45T3EHOLD,  the  bright  morning,  5cc.  244 

Xj  I   Behold  what  love  the  Father  hath  273 

!   Believers  own  they  are  but  blind  SS 

1   Bleft  be  the  dear  uniting  love  157 

58  BlfiTed  are  the  fons  of  God  1 16 


A  Table  ofVirft  Lines. 

METItES*  TAGS 

37  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  220 

2  By  faith  in  Chiift  I  walk  with  God  206 

6  By  whom  was  David  taught  1 97 

7  /^HILDRENofihe  Heavenly  King  255 
\^  13  Chrift  the  Lord  is  rifen to-day  243 

34  Come,  all  ye  pilgrim  travellers  45 

18  Come,  and  let  us  afcend  268 
I   Come,  heavenly  love,  infpire  my  fong  109 

31  Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  my  loul  infpire  278 

49  Come,  let  us  anew  227 

57  Come,  let  us  with  fpecd,  &c.  262 

39  Come,  Lord,  and  help  ui  to  rejoice  181 

31  Come,  O  thou  Univerfal  Good  274 

19  Come,  thou  Almighty  King  4 
30  Come,  thou- Fount  of  every  bjeffing  83 
14  Come,  thou  long  expe<5ted  Jefus  253 
22  Come,  ye  fmners,  poor  and  wretched  i 

35  Confirm  the  hope  thy  word  allows  274 
^6  Could  we  with  ink  the  ocean  fill  277 

22   TT^AYof  Judgment,  day  of  wonders  238 

JL/  I  Delighttoblefsthypcople,Lord  279 

34  Does  the  gofpel  \ford  proclaim           .  ^P 

1  Do  not  I  love  thee,  deareft  Lord  160 
48  Dreadful,  fm-chaftifmg  God  22*6 

45  T7  LIJAH'S  example  declares  229 

JL_j    47  Ere  God  had  built,  &c.  207 

2  Eternal  Power,  whofe  high  abode  66 
3*5  Eternal  Spirit,  fource  of  light  9® 


A  Table  ofFirfi  Lines. 

54  TT^AINT  Is  my  head,  and  Tick,  &c.  241 

X?    7  Father  God,  who  feeft  in  me  153 

.31   Father  (If  thou  rny  Father  art)  32 

1  Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  fhines  103 
.3  [   Father  of  faithful  Abraham,  hear  68 

2  Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  houfe       '  15? 
1   Father  of  mercies  !   in  thy  word  160 

1  From  pole  to  pole  let  others  roam  34. 
II  From  realms  where  the  day,  &c.  j» 
15  ^  LORIOUS  things  of  thee,  &c.  89 

V_T  1 3' Glory  be  to  God  on  high  275 

33   Glory  to  God  on  high  94 

2  Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night  209 
7   God  is  king,  ye  lands  rejoice  54 

1  God  moves  in  a  myfterious  way  57 

2  God  of  eternity,  from  thee  1 70 

2  God  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call  261 

29  God  of  my  falvation,  hear  7 

3  Grace,  'tis  a  charming  fouhd  104 
1 4  Gracious  Lord,  our  children  fee  225 

2  Great  Former  of  this  various  frame  121 

41   Great  God  of  wonders,  all  thy  ways  52 

I    T  TAIL  !  hail  the  happy,  &c.  2:8 

Jl  a  2  Hail,  fovereign  love,  kc,  17 

14  Hail  the  day  that  fees  him  rife  247 

30  Hail,  thou  once  defpifed  Jefus  27 
7  Hark  !  my  foul,  it  is  the  Lord  21 
I   Hark,  the  glad  found  !   S^c.  rzjf 

14  Hark,  the  herald  angels  fing  253 

7   Hark,  the  trupip  of  God  doth  found  2 1 7 

Heal  us,  Emmamiel,  here  we  are  19^ 

A3 


A  Tabic  of  Firjl  Lines. 

METRIS.  PAGE 

7  Hear,  O  heavens  !   O  earth  attend        «4S 

15  Hear  what  God  the  I.ordhath  Ipoken  224 
4 £  He  comes !  he  comes  1  the  Judge  fevere  2 1 5 
35   He  dies  !  the  Friend  of  Sinners  dies       242 

I  How  are  thy  fervants  bleft,  O  Lord  265 

1  How  bleft  thy  creature  is,  O  God  93 

16  How  can  we  adore  28 
1 1  How  firm  a  foundation,  &c.  184 

9  How  happy  are  we  182 

i  How  long  fhall  death  the  tyrant  reign  221 

2  How  many  years  has  man  been  driven  67 
45  How  ihall  I  my  Saviour  fet  forth  1  89 

1  Ho,  ye  that  thirft,  approach  the  fpring  164 

2  T  ASK^D  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow   228 
X    28   If  to  Jefus  for  relief  22 

3  I  hear  the  voice  of  woe  169 

8  I  languifh,  I  faint  to  be  there  84 

30  In  a  world  of  fin  and  forrow  215 
52   In  fongs  of  fubiime  adoration,  kz,  235 

31  In  that  fad,  memorable  night  1  80 
49  In  the  floods  of  tribulation  2co 
44  I  read  that  fins  are  clouds  142 

I  I  fojourn  In  a  vale  of  tears  131 

I  1  fought  my  well-beloved  one  148 

6  Ifrael  in  ancient  days  188 

7  I  will  praife  thee  every  day  22 

I    T  ERUS  ALEM,  my  happy  home  40 

J     2  Jefus  !   and  fliall  it  ever  be  39 

27  Jefus  drinks  the  bitter  cup  187 

29  Jefus,  Friend'of  Sinners,  heiu*  % 


A  Table  of  Firjl  Lilies. 

METRES.  PAGE 

4$  Jefus,  let  thy  pitying  eye  232 

14  Jefus,  lover  of  my  foul  29 

2  Jefus,  thy  blood  and  righteoufnefs  2  1 4 

3  c   Jefus,  we  hang  upon  thy  word  249 

I    1^  EEP  filence,  all  created  things  42 

Xv    2  Kindred  in  Chrlft,  Sec.       *  15^ 

7   King  of  Salem,  blefs  my  foul  120 

I    T     AUGH,  ye  prof  me,  &c.  6^ 
1  ^    31    Leader  of  iathful  fouls,  ^c.    71 

1  Let  every  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak  74 
51    Let  others  boaft  their  ancient  line  234 

2  Let  others  in  their  biighteft  drefs  231 
24  Let  us  love,  and  fmg,  and  wonder  56 

1  Let  fmners  leave  their  wicked  ways  I'j^ 
^j  Lift  up  your  heads  in  joyful  hope  254 
22  Lo  !   he  Cometh  !   countlefs  trumpets  236 

22  Lo  !^  he  connes  with  clouds  defcending  218 

13  L«:)rd  and  God  of  heavenly  powers  36 

2  Lord,  didd  thou  die,  but  not  for  me  113 
I    Lord,  'tis  an  infinite  delight  59 

14  Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now  3 

15  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling  37 

15    ']\  /r  A  Ythe  grace  of  Chrifl  our  Saviour  278 

xSx.    I  Mercy,  good  Lord,  &c.  1S6 

30  Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David  264 

23  Mighty  God,  while  angels  blefs  thee  6© 
I  My  barns  are  full,  my  (lores  increafe  256 
I  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God  7  z 


A  Table.  ofFirJi  Llnes^ 

METRES.  PAG» 

2  My  fong  fhall  blefs  the  Lord  of  all  258 

3  My  forrows  like  a  flood  192 
1  My  foul  doth  magnify  the  Lord  140 
J  My  well-beloved's  voice  I  bear  147 

7  'VT  AY,  I  cannot  let  thee  go  35 

j_^    1  None  but  a  Jefus,  none  but  he  146 

7   Not  to  Sinai's  dreadful  blaze  277 

7  Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme  259 

1  Now,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal  177 

2  Now  let  our  faith  grow  ftrong  and  rife  159 
7  Now  may  he  who  from  the  dead  27^ 
I  Now  may  the  Lord  reveal  his  face  59 

36  /^  COME,,  let  us  join  102 

V^    2  O  come,  loud  anthems,  &c.  sio 

1  O'er  mountain-tops,  the  mount  of  God  16  e 

2  O  !  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day  106 
2  O  !  for  a  fweet,  infpiring  ray  25a 

iS  Oh  !  how  happy  are  they  61 

I   Oh  that  I  knew  the  fecret  place  51 

36  O  Jefus,  our  Lord  86 

5  O  Lord,  hew  vile  am  I                  '  10 

31   O  love  !   thou  bottomlefs  abyfs  32 

1  Once  more  we  come  before  our  God  2 

2  One  awful  word  which  Jefus  fpoke  91 
24  One  there  is  above  all  others  .173 
50  On  wings  of  faith,  mount  up,  &c.  194 

I   On  Zion  his  moft  holy  mount  193 

46  O  praifs  ye  the  Lord,  prepare,  &c.  272 

3  O  that  the  Lord  indeed  27^ 
^  Q  the  irnmeafe  th*  amazing  height  iSo- 


A  Table  ofFirfi  Lines* 

METRES.  ?AGE 

»  O  thou  whofe  tender  mercies  he^r  9= 

2  Our  life's  a  cry,  a  groan,  a  figh  239 

I   Our  life  is  hid  with  Chrift  in  God  79 

2  Our  Lord  is  rifen  from  the  dead  246 

r   Our  Shepherd,  whilrt:  he  feeds  his  flock  2-5 S 

4  O  ye  immortal  throng  i  iS^ 

14  T3ENSIVE,  doubting,  fearful  heart    30 

JL      I  Praife  ye  the  Lord,  &c.  75 

24  Precious  Bible  !   what  a  treafure  5 


Q 


UIET,  Lord,  my  froward  heart    83 

37   TJ  EJOICE,  the  Lord  Is  King  25 

XV.    I  Repent,  repent,  reform,  return  138 

27   Rife,  my  foul,  and  ftretch  thy  wings        85 

2i   Rock  of  Ages,  fhelter  me  1 14 

1  QALVATION!  O  melodious  found  212 

O   10  Scarcely  for  righteous,  men,  &c.  205 

I  See  IfraePs  gentle  Shepherd  ftand  69 

I  Shepherds,  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes  270 

1  Since  Jefus  freely  did  appear  8S 
53  Sing,  my  foul,  thy  Saviour's  merit  240 

2  Sinners,  obey  the  gofpel  word  171 

1  Soon  fliall  our  earthly  houfe  diffblve     166 
I   Sure  'tis  in  vain  to  feek  for  blifs  171 

2  T~^HATmani&blefl;w]ioftands,  &c.  213 

X     2  The  billows  fwell,  &c.  260 

3  The  day  is  paft  and  gone  i8>. 
9  Thee,  Father,  we  blefs  i& 


A  Table  of  Firjl  Lines. 

METRES.  PAGE 

2  Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  tower    172 

40  The  field  it  is  white,  the  great,  &c.        129 

16  The  fountain  of  Chrift  48 

2  The  God  who  once  to  Ifrael  fpoke        167 

32  The  Lord  my  pafture  (hall  prepare        108 

I  The  Lord,  my  fhe^herd  and  my  guide  107 

1  The  Lord  is  kind  in  all  his  ways  53 

2  The  Lord  fend  peace — offending  man  198 
1  The  Lord  will  happinefs  divine  98 

1  The  moon  has  but  a  borrowed  light       58 

2  The  new-born  child  of  gofpel  grace  266 
2  The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals  279 
I  The  faints  fhould  never  be  difmay'd  195 
I  The  Saviour  comes!  no  curv.'ard  pomp  163 

1  The  Saviour,  what  a  noble  flame  204 
35  The  fpacious  firmament  on  high  73 

2  The  tree  oi  life  my  foul  has  feen  149 
26  The  voice  of  free  grace  50 
20  The  voice  of  my  beloved  founds  74 
42  Their  fongs  of  love  they  fing  above  135 

I   There  is  a  fountain  filPd  with  blood  104 

I   There  is  a  land  of  living  joy  221 

8  This  God  is  the  God  we  adore  275 

1  This  is  the  day,  the  Lord's  own  day  174 

2  Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart'  33 

3  Thou  very  Pafchal  Lamb  154 
16  Though  troubles  affaii  77 

I  Through  all  the  changing  fcenes  cf  life  1 1 1 

1  Through  thee  we  now  together  came  156 
39  Throughout  the  Saviour's  life  we  trace  128 

2  Thus  far  my  God  has  led  me  on  115 


A  Table  of  Fuji  Liner. 

METRES.  PAGE 

I  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  who  built,  &c.  162 

1  Thy  life  I  read,  my  dearell  Lord  100 

2  Thy  ways,  O  Lord,  with  wife  defign  123 
^  7  'Tis  a  point,  I  long  to  know  81 
r     2/Tis  falfe,  thou  vile  accufer;  go  107 

14  'Tis  my  privilege  below  20^ 

I   To  tell  the  Saviour  all  my  wants  263 

I  To  thee  my  God  I  hourly  ligh  105 

43  To  you  it  is  Ipoken,  ye  Virgins,  &c.  136 


u 

V 


NLESS  the  Lord  had  Lceii,  &c.    132 
ITAL  fpark  of  heavenly  flame       47 


39  ^XT  AK'D  by  the  gofpePs,  Sec.         125 

V  V      2   What  is  our  God  ?  &c.  44 

37  What  line  can  fathom.  Lord  145 

2  What  mean  thefe  jealoufies  and  fears  95 
31   What  fliall  we  render  unto  thee  ici 

2  What  various  hindrances  we  meet  70 

1  When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God  87 

2  When  darknefs  long  has  veil'd  my  mind  1 1  o 
1  When  God  the  faithful  Patriarch  chofe  257 
I  When,  O  dear  Jefus,  when  fl\all  1  175 
I  When  fmners  utter  boalUng  words  230 
I   When  fonrie  kind  Shepherd  from  his  fold  1 91 

1  When  the  Eternal  bows  the  Ikies  43 
17   When  the  fierce  north  wind,  &c.  1 1 

2  While  on  the  verge  of  life  I  ftand  223 
I   While  Sliepherds  watch' d,  5:c.  271 

14  While  v/ith  cei^felefs  courfe,  the  Sun      17^ 


.     A  Table  of  Fir  ft  Lines. 

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METRES^P'  PAGE 

27  Who  have  empire,  fovereign  fwaj         15a 

7  Who  is  this  that  comes  from  far  bi 

1  Who  knoAi  buL  luch  a  one  as  I  143 

2  Why,  O  my  heart,  thefe  anxious  cares  124 

2  Why imikes  theearth I  why  leap  the  hills  2Ci 
12  Why  fhould  I  fear  the  darkeft  hour  24. 
1 7  Why  ^  fliould  vain  mortals,  &c.  1 7  8 

3  With  heart  and  lips  unfeign'd  7 
2  With  Ifrael's  God,  who  can  compare    277 

|4  '^T'ES  1  fince  God  himfelf  has  faid  it  26 
v-     X     I   Yes!  there  are  joys,  &c,  T20 

4  Ye  Virgin  fouls,  arife  134 


I 


THE 


LOR   D'S    SONGS, 


COLLECTION. 


HYMN  I.     Twenty-fecond  Metre.  \ 

Geifpd  Invitation,     Ifaiah  Iv.  i. 

1  /^  OME,  ye  finners,  poor  and  wretched, 
V-y'  Weak  and  wounded,  fick  and  fore, 
Jcfus  ready  (lands  to  fave  you, 

Full  of  pity,  join'd  with  pow*r  : 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing  ;     Doubt  no  more. 

2  Come,  ye  thirfty,  come,  and  welcome ; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  : 
True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 
Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  us  nigh — 

Without  money. 
Come  to  Jefus  Chrift,  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  ccnfcience  make  you  linger. 

Nor  of  titnefs  fondly  dream ; 
All  the  fitnefs  he  requireth. 
Is,  to  feel  your  need  of  him  : 

This  he  gives  you  ; 
'Tis  his  Spirit's  rifmg  beam. 

B 


2  The  Lord^s  Songs^ 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden. 

Loft  and  ruin'd  by  the  fall ! 
If  you  larry  till  you're  better. 
You  will  never  come  at  all. 

Not  the  righteous- 
Sinners,  Jefus  came  to  call. 

5  View  him  proftrate  iu.the  garden  ; 

On  the  ground  your  Maker  lies  I 
On  the  bloody-tree  behold  him; 
Hear'him  cry,  before  he  dies, 

'Mtis  finilVd!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  fuffice  ? 

6  Lo,  th*  incarnate  God,  afcended. 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  onliim,  venture  wholly, 
Xet  no  other  truit  intrude. 

None  but  Jefus 
Can  do  helplefs  fmners  ^ood. 

7  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert. 

Sing  the  praifes  of  the  Lamb, 
While  the  blefTed  feats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name. 

Hallelujah! 
Sinners  jfe^r^  may  fmg  the  fame. 

Altered  by  Topladt. 

HYMN    IL     Firft  Metre. 

At  the  Opening  of  Wor/hip, 

1    •^NCE  more  we  come  before  our  God, 
V^     Once.mofe  his  bleffing  afk  ; 
O  may  not  duty  feem  a  load, 
Ncjr  worflrip  fcem^'a  tafkc 


A  Coiledion.  3 

*.  Father,  thy  quickening  Spirit  fend 
From  heaven  in  Jeius*  name. 
To  make  our  waiting  minds  attend^ 
And  put  our  fouls  ia  frame, 

^  May  we  receive  the  word  we  hears 
Each  in  an  honeft  heart ; 
Hoard  up  the  precious  treafure  there,.. 
And  never  with  it  part. 

4  To  feek.thee  all  our  hearts  difpofe  j 
To  each  thy  bleffing  fuit  ; 
And  let  the  feed  thy  fervant  fows 
Produce  a  plenteous  fruit. 

^  Bid  the  refrefhing  north-wind,  "  Wake,'^ 
Say  to  the  fouth-wind,  "  Blow  -,** 
Let  every  plant  thy  power  partake, 
And  all  thy  gardqji  grow. 

^  Revive  the  parched  with  heavenly  /howers^ 
The  cold  with  warmth  diyiac  -, 
Apd^  as  the  beneSt  is  oursj  , 
Be  all  the  glory  thine, 

HYMN  III.     Fourteenth  Metre^ . 
The  fame  SuhjeS, 

I   T'  ORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
A-<!    /^t  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow : 
G  1   do  not  our  fuit  diidain  ; 
Shall  we  feek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 
Lord,  on  thee  our  fouls  depend  j 
In  compadidn  now  defcend  : 
Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tjine  our  lips  to  fing  thy  praife,    . 


4  The  Lord's  SongSy 

2  In  thine  own  appointed  way. 
Now  we  feek  thee,  here  we  ftay  ; 
liord,  we  know  not  how  to  go. 
Till  a  blefling  thou  beftow  : 

Send  feme  me/Tage  from  thy  word. 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 
Full  falvation  to  each  heart. 

3  Comfort  thofe  who  weep  and  mourn. 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  j 

Thofe  that  are  caft  down,  lift  up  ; 
Make  them  ftrong  in  faith  and  hope  j 
Grant  that  all  may  feek,  and  find 
Thee  a  gracious  God  and  kind  ; 
Heal  the  fick,  the  captive  free  ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

HYMN  IV.      Nineteenth  Metre. 

The  fame  SuhjeS. 

X   f^  OME,  thou  Almighty  King^ 
\^   Help  us  thy  name  to  fmg^ 

Help  us  to  praife  : 
Father  all-glorious, 
O^er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 

Antienrt  of  Days. 

.2  Jefus,  our  Lord,  arifc, 
Scatter  thine  enemies, 

And  make  them  falL 
Let  thine  Almighty  aid 
Our  fure  defence  be  made, 
Our  fouls  on  thee  be  ftay'd— 

Lord>  hear  our  call! 


A  Colleaion. 

^  v^orne,  thou  Incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  fword  ; 

Cur  prayer  attend : 
Come  !  and  thy  psople  bicfsp 
And  ^ly^  thy  v/ord.fuc.cefs ; 
Spirit  of  holinefsj 

Qji  us  defcend.  .. 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  facred  witnefs  bear. 

In  this  glad  hour  : 
Thou,  who  almighty  art. 
Now  rule  in  every  heart. 
And  ne*er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power ! 

•  To  thee,  great  One  in  Threej 
Eternal -praifes  be, 

Hence,  evermort. 
His  fovereign  majei'ty 
?Iay  we  in  glory  fee, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

HYMN  V.     Twenty-fourth  Metre. 

*rhe  Word  of  God  precious* 

1  T>  RECIOUS  Bible  !  what  a  tieafure 
jL     Does  the  word  of  God  afford  1 
All  I  want  for  life  or  pleafure, 

Food  and  medicine,  Ihield  and  fword. 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor, 
"Having  this,  1  need  no  recre. 
B    2 


The  Lord's  Songs^ 

Food,  to  which  the  world's  a  ftranger. 
Here  mj  hungry  fo^il  enjoys  ; 

Of  excefs  there  is  no  danger  ; 
Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys  t 

On  a  dying  Chrift  I  feed  j 

He  is  meat  and  drink  ind«£d ! 

When  my  faith  is  fatnt  and  lickly. 
Or  when  Satan  wounds  my  mind, 

Cordbls,  to  revive  me  quickly. 
Healing  med'cines  here  I  find  : 

To  the  promifes  I  flee ; 

Each  affords  a  remedy. 

In  an  hour  of  dark  temptation 
Satan  cannot  make  me  yield  ; 

For  the  word  of  confolatioa 
Is  to  me  a  mighty  fhield. 

While  the  fcripture  truth  is  fure. 

From  his  malice  Pm  fecure. 

Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me. 
When  I  take  the  Spirit's  fword  ; 

Then  with  eafe  I  drive  him  from  me ; 
Satan  trembles  at  the  word  : 

*Tis  a  fword  for  conqueft  made, 

Keen  the  tdgt,  and  ftrong  the  blade. 

Shall  I  envy  then  the  mifer, 
Doating  on  his  golden  ftore  ? 

Sure,  1  am,  or  fhould  be,  wifer  ; 
I  am  rich  ;  'tis  he  is  poor  : 

Jefus  gives  me,  in  his  word, 

Food  and  med'cine,  fhield  and  fword. 

Newtok. 


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A  ColleElion, 

HYMN  VI.     Third  Metre. 
Before  or  after  the  Sermoii. 
J   XTTTITH  heart  and  lips  unfeigned, 
/   VV     We  praife  thee  for  thy  word  ; 
We  blefs  thee  for  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  redeeming  Lord. 

2  Like  as  the  kindly  rain 
Returns  not  hack  to  heaven, 

But  cheers,  and  fruitful  makes  the  earth, 
The  end  for  which  t'was  given ; 

3  So  let  thy  prefent  voice 
Acconaplifli  thy  defign ; 

Diftil  on  all  eur  thirfty  fouls. 
And  confecrate  us  thine. 

4  Water  thy  facred  {tt^y 
And  give  it  great  increafe  ; 

Let  neither  fowls,  nor  rocks,  nor  thorns, 
Hinder  the  fruits  of  peace. 

5  Then,  though  v/e  weeping  fow, 
And  tears  our  hours  employ. 

We  know  we  (ball  return  again, 
And  bring  our  fheaves  with  joy. 

HYMN  Vn.    Twenty-ninth  Metre* 
l^he  Poor  Sinner, 
I   i    1  OD  of  my  f.ilvation,  hear, 
VJ''     And  help  mc  to  believe  ; 
Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 

Thy  bleffing  to  receive  : 
Full  of  guilt,  alas  !   I  am, 
But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee  5 
Friend  of  fmners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 
Thy  blood  was  jQied  for  me. 


7 he  Lord's  Songs^ 

2  ITething  have  I,  Lord,  to  pay^ 

Nor  can  thy  grace  procure  ; 
Empty  fend  me  no^^way, 

For  I,  thou  krfow'ft,  am  poor; 
Duft  and  a(hes  is  my  name, 
My  all  is  lin  and  milery  : 

Friend  of  unners,  ipotlefs  Lamb^ 

Thy  blood  was  Ihed  for  me. 

3  Without  money,  without  price, 

I  come,  thy  love  to  buy  ; 
From  myfelf  I  turn  my  eyes  ; 

The  chief  of  fmners,  I  : 
Take,  O-take  me  as  I  am. 
And  let  me  lofe  myfelf  in  thse  ; 
Fiiend  of  fmnerj?,  fpotlefs  Lamb,- 

Thy  blood  v/as  fked  for  me. 

HYMN   VIII.     Twenty-ninth  MetrCo 

The  fame  SuhjeB, 

J    TESUS,  friend  of  flnners,  hear,^ 
J    Yet  once  again,   I  pray  ; 
From  my  debt  of  fm  fet  clear. 

For  I  have  nought  to  pay. 
Speak,  O  fpeak  the  kind  reicafe  i 
A  poor  backfliding  foul  re  (lore  ; 
Liove  me  freely,  feal  my  Deace, 
And  bid  me  fia  no  more. . 

i  Sin's  deceirfulnefs  hath  fpread 
An  hardnefs  o'er  my  heart  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit,  on  me  Iheu, 
Remove  the  ft^ny  part : 


A  Colleclion. 

Shed  thy  love,  thy  tendernefs. 
And  let  me  feel  thy  foftening  power  ; 
Love  me  freely,  feal  my  peace. 
And  bid  me  fm  no  more. 

%m^ g  For  this  only  thing  I  pray, 
*JM  And  this  will  I  require — 

Take  the  power  of  fm  aw^ay  ; 

Take  every  vain  defire  * 
Perfeft  me  in  holinefs. 
Thine  image  to  my  foul  reftore  ; 
Love  me  freely,  feal  my  peace. 
And  bid  me  fm  no  more. 

HYMN  IX.     Firft  Metre. 

Ahfenct  from  God  deplored^ 

1    /^  THOU,  whofe  tender  mercies  hear 
\J   Contrition's  humble  figh, 
Whofe  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tear 
From  forrow's  weeping  eye  ; 

t  See  !  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace 
A  wretched  v^anderer  mourn  ; 
Haft  thou  not  bid  me  feek  thy  face  \ 
Haft  thou  not  faid — Return  t 


3  And  fhall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 
O  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  fafe  retreat. 

4  Abfent  from  thee,  my  guide,  my  light, 

Without  one  cheering  ray, 
Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night. 
How  defoiate  my  way  1 


lo  The  Lord*s  Songs y 

5  O  {hine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  bciims  ot  mercy  iliine  ; 
And  let  thy  heaiing  voice  impart 
A  tatle  or  joys  divine. 

6  Thy  prefence  only  can  beftow  *'' J/hfj^ 

Delights  which  n-ivcr  cloy  j  miK 

Be  this  my  foiace  here  below. 
And  my  eternal  joy.- 

Mrs.  Stsele-, 

HYMN  X.     Third  Metre. 
Behold,  I  am  vile, 

1  f^\  LORD,  how  vile  am  I, 
vJ'    Unholy  and  unclean  ! 

How  can  A  dare  to  ve-iture  nigh. 
With  fuch.  a  load  cf  Cm  I 

2  Is  thi?  pol iuti^d  .heart 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee  ? 

Swarming,-  aias !   in  every  partj 
What  evils  do  I  fee  1 

3  If  I  atten-pt  to  pray, 

And  liip  thy  holy  name  ; 
My  thoughts  are  hurried  foot  away  -, 

I  know  not  where  I  am. 

4.  If  in  thy  word  I  look, 

Such  darknefs  fills  my  mind, 
I  only  read  a  fealed  book, 

But  no  relief  can  find. 

5  The  gofpel  oft  I  hear, 

But  hear  it  flill  in  vain  ; 
Without  defire,  or  love,  or  fiar> 

1  like  a  itone  remain. 


A  CoUe8bn.  1 1, 

Myfelf  can  hardly  bear 
This  wretched  heart  q{  mine  ; 
Kow  hateful  then  mufl  it  appear 
To  thofe  pure  eyes  of  thine  1 
7     And  muft  I  then  indeed 
Sink  in  defpair,  and  die  ? 
Fain  would  I  hope  that  thou  didft  bleed 

For  fuch  a  wreieh  as  1. 
S     That  blood  which  thou  haft  fpilt. 
That  grace  which  is  thine  own, 
C-  Can  cleiinfe  the  vilell  finaers  guilt, 
-JJH      And  foften  hearts  of  ftone, 

9     Loxv  at  thy  feet  I  bow  j 
O  pity  and  forgive  ; 
;       Here  will  I  lie  and  wait,  till  thou 
Shalt  bid  me  rife  and  live. 

Newton, 

HYMN  XI.     Seventeenth  Metre. 

The  Satphic  Ode, 

1   "T  yTT  HEN.  the  fierce  north  wind,  .with  his 

VV  airy  forces, 

?..ears  up  the  Baltic  to  a  foaming  fury, 
And  the  red  lightning  with  a  ftorm  of  hail  comes 
Rufhing  amain  down, 

-2  Howthepoor  Tailors  Rand  amaz'd,and  tremble, 
.  While  the  hoarfe  thnnder,  like  a  blooay  t:  uiiipel 
•Roars  a  loud  onfet  to  the  gapiug  waters, 

Quick  to  dc!voiir  them  ! 
"3  Such  fnall  the  noii'e  be,  and  the  wild  diforder, 
(If  things  eternal  Oiay  be  like  tiiefs  earthly) 
-Such  the  dire  terror,  when  the  great  Archangel 
Shakes  the  creaticn, 


1 2  The  LorcPs  SofigSy 

4  Tears  theftrong  pillars  of  the  vault  of  heaven> 
Breaks  up  old  marble,  the  repofe  of  princes  * 
Sec  the  graves  open,  and  the  bones  ariiing, 

Flames  all  around  them. 

5  Hark !  the  (hrill  outcries  of  the  guilty  wretches  I 
Lively,  bright  horror,  and  amazing  anguifh. 
Stare  through  their  eyelids,  while  the  living 

worm  lies  Gnawing  within  them* 

6  Thoughts,  like  old  vultures,  prey  upon  the 

heart-firings, 
Andthefmarttwinges,  when  the  eye  beholds  the 
Lofty  Judge  frowning,  and  a  fiood  of  vengeance 
Rolling  afore  him. 

7  Hopelefs  immortals  !    how  they  fhriek  and 

fhiver. 
While  devils  puOi  themtothe  pit  wide  yawning, 
Hideous  and  gloomy,  to  receive  them  headlong 
Down  to  the  centre  ! 

S   Stop  here,  my  fancy  ;  (all  away,  ye  horrid, 

Doleful  ideas  ; )   come,  arife  to  Jefus  ; 

How  he  fitsgodhke,  and  the  faints  around  him 

Thron'd,  yet  adoring  ! 
9  Omay  I  fit  there  when  he  comes  triumphant. 
Dooming  the  nations  !   then  afcend  to  glory. 
While  our  hofannas,  all  along  the  paflage. 

Shout  the  Redeemer. 

Watts. 

HYMN   Xn,     Eleventh  Metre. 

The  Defirtjljall  blo/fom  as  the  Rofe. 

I   "TpE.OM  realms  where  the    day  her  firft. 

XJ  dawning  extends. 

The  iun  of  the  gofpel  in  glory  afcends 


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A  Colknion.  13 

Ye  forefts,  attend,  while  your  children  combine. 
In  accents  unufual,  in  tranfports  divine. 

2  Involv'd  in  uncertainty,  darknefsand  death. 
The  clouds  of  deftrudion  hung  over  our  path, 
Till  yon  rifing  fplendor  enlightenet^  our  way, 
And  pointed  our  fteps  to  the  regions  of  day. 

t   ' 
,3  A  council  on  high  has  been  held,  to  inquire 

Forhelp  for  mankind,  and  peace  kindled  the  fire; 

Provifion  was  made  for  the  nations  diftrefs'd, 

And  with  the  rich  treafure  all  lands  fhallbebleft. 

4-"The  chain  of  falvation,  let  down  from  above, 
Cemented  by  juilice,  and  brightened  by  love. 
The  fafety  of  hope,  the  conduftor  of  grace. 
Joins  heaven  and  earth  in  its  mighty  embrace. 

5  On  high  fee  our  Jefus,  the  penitent's  friend,  . 
With  banners  of  mercy  compaffionate  bend. 
Entreating  the  wretched,  rebellious  and  vile. 
From  ruin  to  flee,  and  repofe  in  his  fmile. 

6  The  Prince  of  falvation  is  coming — prepare 
A  way  in  the  defert,  his  blefling  to  Ihare  ; 
He  conjesto  relieve  us  from  fm  and  from  woes. 
And  bid  the  dark  wildernefs  bud  like  the  rofe. 

7  His  reign  fhall  extend  from  the  eaft  to  the 

wed, 
Compofe  all  the  tumults  of  nature  to  reS: : 
he  day  fp^ing  of  glory  illumine  the  fkies, 
nd  ages  on  ages  of  happinefs  rife. 

♦  The  brute-hearted  temper  of  man  fiiall  grow 

tame, 
1  he  wolf  and  the  lion  lie  down.iwith  the  lamb  ; 
'ihe  bear  with  the  kine  (hali  contentedly  feed, 
V/hiler  childien  their  young  ones  in  harmony 

ler.d.  "     C 

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14  The  Lord*s  Songs,. 

9  The  ferpent  l"kall  dart  all  his  venom  m  vain  : 
The  rattlefnake  harmlefs  fliallbafkonthe  plain: 
The  infant  fhall  play  on  the  hole  of  the  afp. 
And,  fmiling,  the  folds  of  the  cockatrice  grafp. 

lo.  No  more  Ihall  the  found  of  the  warhoop 

be  heard, 
The  ambufh  and  flaughterro  longer  be  fear'd; 
The  tomaha  wk,  b aried,  fhall  ruft  in  the  ground. 
While  peace  and  good  will  tothe  nations  abouado 

1 1   All  fpiric  of  war  to  the  gofpel  fhall  bow. 
The  bow  lie  unftrung  at  the  tail  of  the  plough; 
To  prune  the  young   orchard  the  fpear  iluil 

be  bent,- 
And  love  greet  the  world  with  a  fmile  of  con- 
tent. 

2  2  Hail,  fcene  of  felicity,  tranfpoTt  and  joy! 
Irora  henceforth  no  evils  the  faved  a:inoy  : 
The  leaves  of  the  life-tree  to  heal  tliem  arc 

given. 
Who  walk  in  the  light  of  the  unveiled  heaven- 

13  Roll  forward,  dear   Saviour,  roll  forward 

the  day. 
When  every  creature  (hall  bow  to  thy  fway; 
When  Africans,  Indians,  and  white  m-sn,  m 

praife 
United,  one  vaii  hallelujah  fhall  raife.        A. 

KYMN   XIII.      Firft  Metre. 
T'he  Sinner  Aivakened. 
I      A    H,Lord  !  ah  Lord  !  what  have  Idoae? 

£\    What  will  become  of  me  ?• 
' :.  What  f}i:dl  I  fav,  what  fhall  1  do  ?  "    ' 
t:       Or  whither  fhall  1  flee  ?  *»., . 


A  ColleBion.  1 5 

2  By  wandering  I  have  loft  myfalf. 

And  here  I  make  my  moan  : 

0  whither,  whither  have  I  ftray'd  ? 
Ah,  Lord  what  have  1  done,? 

3  Thy  candle  fearches  all  my  rooms, 

And  now  I  plainly  fee, 
,The  numerous  fins  of  earth  and  hell 
Are  fummcd  up  in  me. 

4  The  feeds  of  all  the  ills  that  gro';^ 

Are  in  my  garden  ibwn. 
And  mul:itudes  of  them  are  fprung  5 
Ah,  Lord  what  have  I  done  ? 

5  -I  have  been  Satan's  willing  flave» 

And  his  moft  eafy  prey  ; 
He  was  not  readier  to  commaad. 
Than  I  was  to  obey. 

6  Or  if  at  times  he  left  my  foul. 

Yet  ftill  his  work  went  on  ; 

1  was  a  tempter  to  myfelf ; 

Ah,  Lord,  what  have  [  done  ? 

7  I  pufc  at  all  the  threats  of  heaven, 

And  flighted  all  its  charms. 
Nor  Satan's  fetters  would -I  leave 
For  Chrift's  inviting  arms. 

8  I  had  a  foul,  but  prized  it  not ; 
And  now  my  foul  is  gone  : 
My  forced  cries  do  pierce  the  {kies  ^ 
Ah,  Lord  what  have  1  done  ? 


1 6  The  Lord^s  Songs ^ 

HYMN  XIV.     Ninth  Metre, 
^: . ,  ne  Method  of  Sahaiion. 

1  r-pHEE^  Father,  v/eblefs, 

X     Whofe  diftinguiiliing  grace 
Seledted  a  people  to  Ihew  forth  thy  praifc  ; 

Nor  is  thy  love  knov/n 

By  ele(5tion  alone,  ^ '. 

For,  O  I  thou  haft  added  the  gift  of  thy  Sot* 

2  The  goodnefs,  in  vaia  ♦** 
We  attempt  to  explain. 

Which  found  and  accepted  a  ranfom  for  men. 

Great  Surety  Divine  ! 

Thou  didll  not  decline 
To  concur  in  the  Father's  moft  gracious  defiga. 
I     3  To  Jefus,  our  friend. 

Our  thanks  fhall  afcend. 
Who  faves  to  the  utmoft,  axxd  loves  to  the  end. 

Our  ranfom  he  paid  1 

In  his  merit  array'd, 
Wc  attain  to  the  glory  for  which  w^ewereniad«. 

4  Sweet  Spirit  of  grace, 
Thy  mercy  we  blefs, 

For  thy  eminent  (hare  in  the  coUnfel  cf  peace. 

Great  Agent  Divine  I 

To  reftore  us  is  thine. 
And  caufe  us  afrefli  in  thy  likenefs  to  fhine. 

5  O  God  !  'tis  thy  part, 
To  convince  and  convert, 

To  give  a  new  life,  and  create  a  new  heart: 
By  thy  prefence  and  grace, 
\Ve're  upheld  in  our  race,  ,. 

And  are  keptty  thy  love  to  the  end  of  our  days, 


A  ColleSlion,  17 

6  Father,  Spirit  and  Son, 
Agree,  Three  in  One, 
The  faU-ation  of  thole  he  has  marked  for  his  own; 
Let  us  too  agree 
To  glorify  thee, 
Thou  ineffiible  One,  thou  adorable  Three. 

Tgplady, 

HYMN   XV.     Second  Metre. 
Ths  Chrijiian's  Hiding  Place, 

1  T  T  AIL,  fcvereign  love  !  that  firft  began 
JL  A  The  fchemc  to  refcue  fallen  man ! 
Hail,  matchlefs,  free,  eternal  grace, 

That  gave  my  foul  a  hiding  place. 

2  Agaiftft  the  God  that  built  the  fky, 
.p  1  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high  ; 

Defpis'd  the  manlions  of  his  grace. 
Too  proud  to  feek  a  hiding  place. 

3  Enwrapt  in  dark  Egyptian  night. 
And  fond  of  darknefs  more  than  light. 
Madly  1  ran  the  fmful  rase, 
Secure  without  a  hiding  place  !    . 

4  But  lo  !  th'eternal  counfel  ran, 
Almighty  love  !  arreft  the  man  ; 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  diftrefs, 
A.nd  found  I  had  no  hiding  place  ! 

5  Vindidlive  iuftice  ftood  in  view  ; 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount.  I  flew  1 
Eut  juftice  cry'd,  with  frowning  face, 
This  mountain  is  no  hiding  place  ! 

6  At  length,  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy's  angel  foon  appear' d  : 

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i8  The  Lord^s  So7igSy 

He  led  me  on  a  pleafing  pace. 
To  Jefus  Chrift,  my  hiding  place. 

7  Should  ftorms  of  fevenfold  vengeance  rolI» 
And  fhake  this  globe  frora  pole  to  pole,    . 
No  thunderbolt  would  daunt  my  face/  ' 
For  Jefus  is  nqj  hiding  place.  f 

%  A  few  more  rolling  funs,  at  moft, 
Will  land  me  on  fair  Canaan's  coaft» 
Where  I  fhall  dug  my  fong  of  grace, 
And  fee  my  glorious  hiding 'place. 

HYMN  XVI.     Firft  Metre, 

The  Soldier  of  the  Crofs, 

1  A    M  I  a  foldier  of  the  crofs, 
jt\.   A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
Vv^hy  ftiould  I  fear  to  own  his  caufe, 

Or  blufh  to  fpeak  his  name  ? 

2  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Muft  I  not  ftem  the  flood  I 
Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace. 
To  help  us  on  to  God  ? 

,  3  Should  I  be  carried  to  the  fkies 
On  flowery  beds  of  eafe, 
While  others  fight  to  win  the  prize. 
And  fail  through  bloody  feas  ? 

4  Yes,  I  muft  fight  if  1  would  reign : 

Increafe  my  courage,  Lord, 
To  bear  the  crct .,  endure  the  Ihame, 
/  ' ,  Supported  by  thy  vvord. 

5  Thy  faints,  in  all  this  ^^lorious  war,     .  .  , 
^^      Shali  coD^ucij  though  they  die;  '' 


A  Colled  ion.  19 

*  They  hear  the  triumph  from  afar, 

And  feize  it  with  their  eye. 
6  When  that  illuftrious,  day  fhall  rife, 
And  all  their  armies  fhine 
With  robes  of  vi£tory  through  the  ikies, 
The  glory  fhall  be  thine. 

Watts, 

HYMN  XVII.     Firft  Metre, 
The  EJfort. 

1  A   PPROACH,  my  foul,  the  mercy-feat, 
XX  Where  Jefus  anfwers  priayer  : 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 

For  none  can  perifh  there. 

2  Thy  promife  is  my  only  plea  ; 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  : 
Thou  called  burdenM  fouls  to  thee,' 
And  fuch,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

^  Bow*d  down  beneath  a  load  of  fiii, 

By  Satan  forely  pre  ft  ;  .v 

By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  reft. 

4  Be  thou  »iy  fhield  and  hiding  place  \ 

That,  iheltered  near  thy  fide, 
I  may  my  fierce  accufer  face. 
And  tell  him,  thou  haft  dy'd, 

5  O  wonderous  love  !   to  bleed  and  die. 

To  bear  the  crofs  and  fhame  ; 
That  guilty  linners,  fuch  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name  ! 

6  *'  Poor  tempeft-toffed  foul,  be  ftill. 

My  piomis'd  grace  receive ;" 


20  The  Lord's  Songs ^ 

'Tis  Jefus  fpeaks — I  muft,  I  will, 
I  can,  I  do  believe. 

Newtok^ 
HYMN   XVIII.     Fourteenth  Metre. 
Reft  for  the  Weary,     Matth.  xi.  28.      . 

1  T^OES  the  Gofpel  word  proclaim  ^,, 
JL^    Reft,  for  thoie  v/ho  weary  he  ? 
Then,  my  foul,  put  in  thy  claim  ; 

Sure  that  promife  fpeaks  to  thee ;  ,3",^. 

Marks  of  grace  I  cannot  ftjew  ; 

All  pQiluted  is  ray  bed ; 
Yet  I  weary  am,  1  know. 

And  the  weary  long  for  reft. 

2  Burdened  with  a  load  of  fin, 

HarafsM  with  tormenting  doubt. 
Hourly  conflicts  from  within, 

Hourly  crolks  from  without  ; 
All  my  little  ftrengLh  is  gone  , 

Sink  I  muii  without  lupply  ; 
Sure  upon  the  earth  is  jione 

Cun  more  weary  be  than  I. 

3  la  tiie  ark  the  weary  dove 

Found  a  welcome  refting-place  ; 
Thus" my  Spirit  longs  to  prove 

Reft  in  Chrift,  the  ark  of  grace. 
Tempeft-tofs'd  1  long  have  been,    • 

And  the  flood  increafes  faft  ; 
Open,  Lord,  and  take  me  in, 

Till  the  ftorm  be  oyerpaft. 

4  Safely  lodg*d  within  thy  breaft, 

■r        What  a  wondenpus  change  I  find  ! 
1^    Now  I  know  thy.promisM  reft 
&       C^'n  compcfe  a  troubled  mind.   . 


A  ColleBion.  m 

Yon  that  wearr  are,  like  me. 

Hearken  to  the  gofpel  call  j 
To  the  ark  for  refuge  flee  ; 

Jefus  will  receive  you  all  \ 

HYMN  XIX.    ^es^  Metre. 
Loveji  thou  me  ?     John  xxi.  i6. 

HARK  !  my  foul,  it  is  the  Lord  ! 
*Tis  thy  Saviour ;  hear  his  word: 
Jefus  fpeaks,  and  fpeaks  to  thee. 
Say,  poor  (inner,  lov*(l  tho»  me  ? 

I  deliver'd  thee  when  bound. 
And  whea  wounded  heal'd  thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  fet  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darknefs  into  light. 

3  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Ceafe  towards  the  child  fhe  bare  ? 
Yes,  fhe  may  forgetful  be. 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love. 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 

-  Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath. 
Free  and  faithful,  ftrong  as  death* 

5  Thou  fhalt  fee  my  glory  foon, 
When  the  work  of  grac^  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  Ihalt  be  : — • 
Say,  poor  finaer,  lov'ft  thou  mc  ? 

6  I*ord,  It  is  my  chief  complaint, 

f  That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint : 
.  jw  Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore ; 
O  for  grace  io  love  thee  more. 


COWPEK. 


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The  Lord's  Song:^ 

HYMN  XX.     Seventh  Metre. 

0  LorJi  I  nv'tll  praife  thee.      I  la.  XU« 

WILL  praife  thee  crery  day, 
Now  thine  anger's  turn'd  away  ! 

Comfortable  thoughts  arife 

From  the  bleeding  facrificc. 

2   Here,  in  the  fair  gofpel  field, 
Wells  of  free  falvation  yield 
Streams  of  life,  a  plenteous  (lore, 
And  my  foul  fnall  thirll  no  more. 

S  Jefus  is  become  at  length 

My  falration  and  my  ftrength  ;  w 

And  his  praifcs  fliall  prolong. 
While  I  live,  my  pleafant  fong. 

4  Praife  ye,  than,  his  glorious  name  ; 
Publilh  his  exalted  fame  ! 

Still  his  worth  your  praife  exceeds  ; 
Excellent  are  all  his  deeds ! 

5  Raife  again  the  joyful  found,  jjjf 
Let  the  nations  roll  it  round  !      *vS^ 
Zion,  (hout,  for  this  is  he  ; 

God  the  Saviour  dwells  in  thee. 

Cowpn 

JiYMN  XXL     Twenty-eighth  Metre. 

'■m'-'  '  '    ^'tjl'ions  to  Unheli:/. 

I    T  F  to  Jefus  for  relief 

X .  My  foul  has  fled  by  prayer ; 
Why  ihould  I  give  way  to  grief,  ' 

Or  i^eart-confuming  care  ? 


!  A  ColIeBidn.  23- 

Are  not  all  things  in  his  hand  ? 
1  Has  he  not  his  promife  paft  ? 

I      Will  he  then  regardlefs  (land. 
And  let  me  fmk  at  lafl  ? 

3  While  1  know  his  providence 

Difpofes  each  event, 
Shall  I  judge  by  feeble  fenfe. 

And  yield  to  difcontent  ? 
If  he  worms  and  fparrows  feed, 

Clothe  the  grafs  in  rich  array  / 
Can  he  fee  his  child  in  need. 

And  turn  his  eyes  away  ?        ' 

3  When  his  name  was  qnite  unknov/n, 

And  fm  my  life  employed. 
Then  he  watchM  me  as  his  ov/n, 

Or  I  had  been  deftroy'd  : 
Now  his  mercy-feat  I  know, 

Now  by  grace  am  reconcird  ; 
Would  he  fpare  me  while  a  foe, 

To  leave  me  when  a  child  I 

['"4.. If  he  all  my  wants  fupply'd 
When  I  difdaia'd  to  pray.; 
Now  his  Spirit  is  my  guide, 
How  can  he  fay  me  nay  I 
If  he  would  not  give  me  np, 
yi^       When  my  foul  againft  him  fought  ; 
S  Will  he  dffappoint  the  hope 
■  Which  he  himfelf  has  wrought  ? 

;  If  he  fhed  his  precious  blood 
To  bring  me  to  his  fold  ; 
Can  I  thick  that„meaner  good 
He  ever  will  withold  ? 


14  77;^  LorcPs  Songs, 

Satan,  vain  is  thy  device  ! 

Here  my  hope  refts  well  afTui'd ; 
In  that  great  redemption-price, 

I  fee  the  whole  fccur'd. 

HYMN  XXII.     Twelfth  Metre. 

y^/us  my  Ml.     Hab.  iii.  !  7. 

1  WJ  HY  (hould  I  fear  the  darkeft  hour, 

V  V     Or  tremble  at  the  tempter's  power? 
Jefus  vouchfafes  to  be  my  tower. 

2  Though  hot  the  fight,  why  quit  the  Eeldi 
Why  muft  I  either  flee  or  yield, 

Since  Jefus  is  my  mighty  (hield  ? 

3  When  creature  comforts  fade  and  die. 
Worldlings  may  weep  ;  but  why  fhould  I? 
Jefus  iiiil  lives,  and  ftill  is  nigh. 

4  Though  all  the  flocks  and  herds  were  dea3/ 
My  foul  a  famine  need  not  dread,  tl 
For  Jefus  is  my  living  bread. 


I  know  not  what  may  foon  betide. 
Or  how  m.y  wants  iball  be  fupply'd  ; 
But  Jefus  knowsj  and  will  provide. 


6  Though  (m  would  fill  me  with  diftvefs, 

The  throne  of  grace  I  dare  addrefs, 

For  Jefus  is  my  righteoufnefs. 

-» 

7  Though  faint  my  prayers,  and  cold  my  Iot^ 
My  ftedfaft  hope  fiiall  not  remove. 

While  Jefus  intetcedes  above. 


A  Colledion.  25 

S  Agalnft  me  earth  and  hell  combine  ; 
But  on  my  lide  is  power  divine  ; 
Jefus  is  ally  and  he  is  mine. 

NEWToy. 

HYMN  XXIII.     Thirty-feventh  Metre. 
Rejoicing  in  the  Lord.     Philipp.  iv.  4. 

1  TJ  EJOICE  ;  the  Lord  is  King ; 
Xv  Your  God  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks,  and  iing, 

And  triumph  evermore  ; 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Rejoice ;  again  I  fay,  rejoice. 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns. 

The  God  of  truth  and  love ; 
When  he  had  purged  our  ftains, 

He  took  his  feat  above  : 
.ift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice-; 
Lejoice  ;  again  I  fay,  rejoice. 

^  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o*er  earth  and  heaven  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Are  to  our  Jefus  given  : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice  ;  j 

Rejoice  ;  again  I  fay,  rejcice. 

4  He  fits  at  God's  right  hand. 

Till  all  his  foes  fubmit. 
And  bow  to  his  command, 

And  fall  beneath  his  feet : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voices 
Rejoice  ;  again  I  f«iy,  rejcige. 


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5  He  all  his  foes  fhall  quell. 

Shall  all  our  fms  deftroy  ; 
And  every  befom  fwcU 

With  pure,  feraphic  joy  : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  faints,  rejoice. 

6  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope  ; 

Jefus  the  judge  fli all  come, 
And  take  his  fervants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 
Wc  foon  Ihall  hear  th'archaagcPs  voice  $ 
The  trump  of  God  fhall  found  ;  rejoice. 
HYMN   XXIV.     Twenty-fourth  Metre. 
Cotifidence  in  the  Prcm'ifes, 
^1  *V7^ES  1   fmce  God  himfelf  has  faid  it»,  * 
X     On  the  promife  I  rely  ;  '*^S^. 

His  good  word  demands  iry  credit  ;        ■$■' 
What  can  unbelief  reply  r 
;.,  He  is  ftrong,  and  can  fulfil ; 
,.fv  He  is  true,  and  therefore  iviU. 

2  Sure  the  Lord  thus  far  has  brought  me 

By  his  watchful,  tender  care  ; 
Sure  'tis  he  himfelf  has  taught  me 
j*t  How  to  feek  his  £rcc  by  prayer  ; 

^•'i.  Afler  fo  much  mercy  paii:, 
'^  »fWill  he  give  me  up  at  iaft  ? 

3  In  my  Saviour's  interceffion, 

Therefore,  I  will  ilill  conhde  ; 
Lord,  accept  my  free  confeilion  ; 

I  have  fmn'd,  but  thou  hail  dy'd  : 
Thjs  is  all  I  have  to  plead, 
yhis  is  all  the  plea  I  need. 

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KYMN  XXV.  Thirtieth  Metre. 
Prmfe  to  the  Redeemer.  Rev.  v.  I2, 
AIL,  thou  once  defpifed  Jefus  ! 


Hail,  thou  Galilean  King  ! 
Thou  didft  fuffer  to  releafe  us, 
Thou  didft  free  falvation  bring  ! 
%    Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 
r  ^¥     Bearer  of  our  fm  and  fhan  ^  j 
^v'  By  thy  merits  we  lind  favour, 
W        Life  is  given  through  thy  Eame  I 

2  Pafchal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed. 

All  our  fins  on  thee  were  laid  ! 
Great  High  Prieft,  by  God  anointed, 

Thou  haft  full  atonement  made  ; 
All  thy  people  are  forgiven. 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood  ; 
.-     '  Open'd  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 
,-         Peace  is  made  with  man  and  God, 

3  Jefus,  hail !  enthton'd  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide  I 
All  the  heavenly  hofts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  fide  : 
There  for  finners  thou  art  pleading* 

There  thou  doft  our  place  prepare ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding. 

Till  in  glory  ,we  appear. 

4  Worfhip,  honour,  power  and  blefting, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Loudeft  praifes,  without  ceafing, 
Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 


28  The  Lord's  Songs j 

Help,  ye  bright  angelic  fpirits  ! 

Bring  your  fweeteft,  nobleft  lays. 
Help  to  fin^  our  Saviour's  merits, 
^^^      Help  to  ch^nt  Immanuel's  praifc.  if9 

t  Lock  Hospital  Collectiok>i| 

HYMN  XXVI.     Sixteenth  Metre. 

Te  Deum,  * 

1  T  TTOW^  can  we  adore,  **>, 
JLjL     Or  worthily  praife, 

Thy  goodnefs  and  power, 
Thou  God  of  all  grace  I 

With  honour  and  bieffing 

Before  thee  we  fall. 
Mod  gladly  confeillng 

Thee  Father  of  all. 

2  The  heaven  and  earth. 
And  water  and  air, 

To  thee  owe  their  birth, 

Subfift  by  thy  care  ; 
While  angels  are  finging 

Thy  praifes  above, 
We  mortals  are  bringing 

Our  tribute  of  love. 

5  Thou,  Saviour,  art  one 

With  God  the  Supreme^ 
His  eternal  Son,  ^ 

And  equal  with  hira  :  # 

Inverted  with  glory. 

On  high  doft  thou  fit, 
Whik  angels  adore  thee^. 

And  bow  at  thy  feet.. 


r^j^^ 


A  Collection, 


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\  4  pow  great  was  thy  love  ! 

How  wonderous  thy  grace  ! 
9t  .Thoa  cam'll  from  above 
To  fave  a  loft  race  ; 
And,  man  to  deliver. 

Of  woman  wail  born, 
That  every  believer 
To  God  might  return. 

'*"5  How  foon  will  thy  feat 
Ofjudgment  appear  ! 
Prepare  us  to  meet 
And  welcome  thee  there  I 
Thy  witneiTing  Spirit 
^  In  us  filed  abroad, 
i!And  bid  us  inherit 

The  kingdom  of  God. 

HYMN   XXVII.     Fourteenth  Metre. 
Fleeing  to  Chr'ift  under  Temptation, 

1  TESUS,  lover  of  my  foul, 
J      Let  me  to  thy  bofom  fly. 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

.     While  the  tempeft  ftill  is  high  : 
)l  "J^xdc  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
'  J-      Till  the  itorm  of  life  is  pafi  ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

O  receive  my  foul  at  lail  ! 

r    '  . 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  htlplefs  foul  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  ah  !    leave  me  not  alone  ! 
btill  fupport  and  comfort  me. 

D  2 


yy  The  Lord-s  Sangr^ 

All  my  truft  on  thee  is  flay'd. 
All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  ;. 

Cover  my  defencelefs  bead 
With  the  fhadow  of.  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Chrift,  art  all  I  want ; 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find  : 
Raife  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  fick,  and  lead  the  blind.. 
Juft  and  holy  is  thy  name  ; 

I  am  all  unrighteoufnefs : 
Vile  and  full  of  fin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace*.    • 

4.   Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  founds 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  fm  : 
Let  the  healing  ftreams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within : 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art  ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ;  -^ 

Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rife  to  all  eternity  ! 

HYMN  XXVIII.     Fourteenth  Metre. 
Comfort  to  the  JJIiBed,     Ifaiah  liv. 
ENSIVE,  doubting,  fearful  heart, 


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Hear  what  Chr.ift  the  Saviour  fays  ;. 
Every  word  fhould  joy  impart. 

Change  thy  mourning  into  praife  : 
Yes,  he  fpeaks,  and  fpeaks  to. thee,. 

May  he  help  thee  to  believe  ! 
Then  thou  prefently  wilt  fee 

Thou  haft  little  caufs  to  grieve. 


w 


A  CoUe^flon*-  3 1 

2  <*^  Fear  thou  not,  nor  be  afham'd ; 

All  thy  forrows  foon  fhall  end  : 
I,  who  heaven  and  earth  have  fram'd, 

Am  thy  hufband  and  thy  friend  : 
I,  the  High  and  Holy  Gne, 

Ifrael's  God,  by  all  adorM, 
As  thy  Saviour  will  be  known, 

Thy  Redeemer  and  thy  Lord. 

5  "  For  a  moment  1  withdrew, 

And  thy  heart  was  fiUM  with  pala  ; 
But  my  mercies  Til  renew; 

Thou  Ihalt  foon  rejoice  again. 
Though  I  feem  to  hide  my  face. 

Very  foon  my  wrath  fhdl  ceafe  ; 
iTis  but  for  a  moment's  fjpace, 
Ending  in  eternal  peace. 

4  "When  my  peaceful  bow  appears. 

Painted  on  the  v/atery  cloud, 
'TIs  to  diSipate  thy  fears, 

Left  the  earth  (liouid.  be  overflowed  ; 
*Tis  an  em.blem  too  of  grace. 

Of  my  covenant  love  a  fign  : 
Though  the  mountains  leave  their  place? 
w  !    Thou  fliak  be  forever  mine. 

5  Though  afflifted,  tempeft-tofs'd, 

Comfortlefs  awhile  thou  art, 
Do  not  think  thou  canfi:  be  loO  ; 

Thoa  art  graven  on  my  heart. 
All  thy  wartes  I  will  repair, 

Thou  {halt  be  rebuilt  anew  ; 
And  in  thee  it  fliall  appear 

"What  a  God  of  love  can  do."' 


3^  The  Lord's  Songs ^ 

HYMN  XXIX.     Thirty.firft  Metre. 
For  the  Spirit  of  Adoption. 

1  T^ATHER  (if  thou  my  Father  art) 

r     Send  forth  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
Breathe  him  into  my  panting  heart, 

And  make  me  know  as  I  am  known. 
Make  me  thy  confcious  child,  that  I 
May  Father,  jt^hha  Father,  cry  ! 

2  O  that  the  Comforter  would  come. 

Nor  vifit  as  a  tranfient  gueft  ; 
But  fix  in  me  his  conftant  home. 

And  keep  poffeffion  of  my  hrea{}  ; 
A.nd  make  my  foul  his  lov'd  abode. 
The  temple  of  the  indwelling  God  ! 

3  Ceme,  Holy  Ghoft,  my  foul  infpire, 

Attefi:  that  I  am  born  again  ; 
Come  and  baptize  me,  Lord,  with  fire. 

Nor  let  thy  former  gifts  be  vain  : 
O  grant  the  fenfe  of  fm  forgiven, 
O  grant  the  earneft  of  my  heaven. 

4  0  give  th'indifputable  ^g:\\. 

That  afcertains  the  kingdom  mine  \ 
That  powerful  ftarap  I  long  to  feel, 

The  fignature  of  love  divine: 
O  fned  it:  in  mj  heart  abroad, 
Fulncfs  of  love,  of  heaven,  of  God  ! 

HYMN  XXX.     Thlrty-firft  Metre. 
The  Fewer  of  Faith. 
1   /~\  L0"7E,  thou  bottomlefs  abyfs  ! 
\J        My  fms  are  fwallow'd  up  in  thee 
C  'Ver'd  is  my  unrightcoufnefs, 
From  condemnation  I  am  free  ; 


A  Calledion.  33 

Whilft  Jefu's  blood  through  earthandfkics, 
Mercy,  free,  boundiefs  mercy  I  cries. 

2  With  faith  I  plunge  me  in  the  fea  j 

Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  redj 
Hither,  when  hell  aifaults,  I  flee  ; 

I  look  into  my  Saviour's  breaft. 
Away,  fad  doubts  and  anxious  fear  ; 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

3  Though  waves  and  ftorras  go  o'er  my  head, 

Tho'  ftrength  &  health  &  friends  be  gone. 
Though  joys  be  wither'd  all,  and  dead, 

Though  every  comfort  be  withdrawn  i 
Stedfaft  on  this  my  foul  relies — 
Father,  thy  mercy  never  dies  I 

4  Fix'd  on  this  ground  would  I  remain. 

Though  my  heart  fail,  and  flefti  decay  ; 
This  anchor  (hall  my  foul  fuftain. 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  away  : 
Mercy's  full  power  I  then  fhall  prove, 
Lov'd  with  an  everlafting  love. 

I^j^  HYMN  XXXI.     Second  Metre. 
3 ""     TV  whomjhall  fwe  go  ?     John  vi.  6B. 

t  *'  I  ^HOU  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
'  X      My  refuge,  my  Almighty  friend  ; 
And  can  my  foul  from  thee  depart. 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  ? 

2  Whither,  ah  !  whither  fhail  I  go, 

A  v.retched  wanderer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  (in  and  wo 
One  gUmpfe  ofhappinefs  aiFord^ 


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34  -Z/?*?  Lord  s  Songs, 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart ; 

On  thefe  my  fainting  Spirit  lives  ; 

Here  fweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart, 

Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine  ; 

While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call : 
One  fmile,  one  blifsful  fmile  of  thine, 
My  deareft  Lord,  outweighs  them  all. 

5  Thy  name  my  inmoft  powers  adore  ; 

Thou  art  m.y  life,  my  joy,  my  care ; 
Depart  from  thee  ! — 'tis  death— 'tis  more— < 
'Tis  endlefs  ruin,  deep  defpair  I 

6  Low  at  thy  feet  my  foul  would  lis  ; 

Here  fafety  dwells,  and  peace  divine  : 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye  ; 
For  life,  eteriaal  life,  is  thine, 

Mrs.  Steele, 

HYMN  XXXII.     Firft  Metre. 
IJkall  not  vjant.     Lament,  lii.  24. 

1  TT^ROM  pole  to  pole  let  others  roain,#«-5 

r    And  fearch  in  vain  for  blifs  \         T^^-: 
My  foul  is  fatisfy'd  at  home  ; 
The  Lord  my  portion  is. 

2  Jefus,  who  on  his  glorious  throne 

Rules  heaven  and  earth  and  fea. 
Is  pleas'd  to  claim  me  for  his  own. 
And  give  himfelf  to  me. ' 

3  His  perfon  fixes  all  my  love. 

His  bleed  removes  my  fear  ; 
And  while  he  pleads  for  m.e  above. 
His  arm  preferves  mc  here. 


*^  ., 


^ir 


A  ColleBion^  35 

His  word  of  promife  is  ray  food, 

His  Spirit  is.  my  guide  ; 
Thus  daily  is  my  ftrength  renew'd, 

And  all  my  wants  fupply'd. 

For  him  I  count  as  gain  each  lofs ; 

Difgrace  for  him,  renown  ! 
Weii  may  1  glory  in  his  crofs, 

While  he  prepares  my  crown  1 

Let  worldlings  then  indulge  their  boaft. 
How  much  they  gain  or  fpend  ! 

Their  joys  muft  foon  give  up  the  ghoft, 
But  mine  ihail  have  no  end. 

Newton, 

HYMN  XXXriL     Seventh  Metre. 
My  Name  is  JacoL       Gen.  xxxii.  27. 

NAY,,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  blefling  thou  beftaw ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face  ; 
Mine's  aa  urgent,  preffing  cafe. 

Dofl:  thou  afk  me,  who  1  am  I 

Ah  iviny  Lord,  thou  know'il  my  name  \ 

\  et  the  queftion  gives  a  plea 

Tp  fupport  my  fuit  with  thee, 

Tliou  didil  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellou  blindly  bold, 
Scorn,  thy  grace,  thy  power  defy  j 
Thu^oor  rebel.  Lord,  was  L 

.  Once  a  fmner,  near  defpair, 
3o^i^  thy  tnercy-feat  by  prayer  ; 
M-'fcy  heard  and  fet  him  free  j 
L'g:d,  that  mercy  camg  to  Ine, 
A       • 


2iS  The  Lord's  Songs, 

5  Many  years  have  paft  fince  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  feen  ; 
y«t  have  been  upheld  till  now  : 
"Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ?  ^^% 

6  Thou  haft  help'd  in  every  need  ; 
This  emboldens  me  to  to  plead : 
After  fo  much  mercy  paft, 
Canft  thou  let  me  fmk  at  laft  ? 


No — 1  muft  maintain  my  hold  ; 
'Tis  thy  goodnefs  makes  me  bold  : 
I  can  no  denial  take, 
When  I  plead  for  Jefus'  fake. 

Newtom. 


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HYMN  XXXIV.     Thirteenth  Metre. 
Pra'ife  ye  the  Lord. 
ORD  and  God  ©f  heavenly  powers, 


Hallelujah  1 
Theirs,  and  O  benignly  ours : 
Glorious  King,  let  earth  proclaim. 
Worms  attempt  to  fmg  thy  name. 

2  Thee  to  laud  in  fongs  divine,     Hallelujah  \ 
Angels  and  archangels  join  ; 

We  with  them  our  voices  raife. 
Echoing  thine  eternal  praife. 

3  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  :  Hallelujah  \ 
Live,  by  heaven  and  earth  ador'd  : 

Full  cf  thee,  they  ever  cry, 
"  Glory  be  t©  God  on  high." 


HYMN  XXXV.       Fifteenth  Metre. 
He  that  d'welkth  in  Lnvef  diuelleth  in  God* 

1  T     OVE  divine,  ali  love  eXcelliag, 

I    i     Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down  ? 
Fix  in  us  thine  humble  dwelling. 
All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 

2  Jefus,  thou  art  all  companion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thoU  art  s 
Vilit  OS  With  thy  falvation, 
Enter  every  lotigiag  heart ! 

3  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  6very  troubled  breaft  ! 
Let  us  all  in  thel  inherit, 
Let  us  find  that  fecorid  re^. 

4  Take  away  our  bent  of  finning  ; 

Alpha  and  Omega  be  : 
End  of  faith,  as  th^  beginning  ; 
Set  our  fouls  at  liberty, 

5  Come,  almighty  to  deliver. 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive  1 
Suddenly  return,  and  never. 
Never  more  thy  temples  leave  I 

Thee  we  would  be  alv^ays  bleiling, 
-    Serve  thee  as  thine  hofis  above  ; 
Pray,  and  praife  thee  v/ithout  cealing^ 
Glory  in  thy  precious  love. 

^'  Finilh  then  thy  new  creation ; 
Pure,  unfpotted  may  we  be  5 
Let  us  lee  thy  great  falvation, 
Perfeftlv  reftored  by  thee  i 
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38  The  Lord^s  Songs ^ 

8  Changed  from  glcry  into  glory, 

'Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, 

•    Till  we  caft  our  cro  •ns  before  rhee^ 
Loft  in  wonder,  love  and  praife ! 

HYMN  XXXVI.     Eighth  Metre. 

The  Death  of  the  Saint  Deftrable. 

]       AH!  lovely  appearance  of  death  ! 
,/jL  No  fight  upon  earth  is  fo  fair : 
Not  all  tTie  gay  pageants  that  breathe 
Can  with  a  dead  body  compare. 

2-  With  fokran  delight  I  furvey 

The  corpfe,  when  the  fpirit  is  fled. 
In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay. 
And  longing  to  lie  in  its  ftead. 

3  How  bleft  is  our  brother,  bereft 

Of  all  th^t  could  burden  his  mind  \ 
How  eafy  the  foul  that  has  left 
This  weaHfome  body  behind  1 

4  Of  evil  incapable,  thou, 

Whofe  riches  with  envy  I  fee, 
No  longer  in  rriifery  now^, 
No  longer  a  finner,  like  me. 

5  This  earth  is  affli<fted  no  more 

With  ficknefs,  or  fnaken  with  pain  5 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 
And  never  fnall  vex  him  again. 

6  No  anger  henceforward,  or  fhame. 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay  ; 
Extinft  is  the  animal  flrme, 
And  paflion'is  vanilh'd  away. 


A  Colledlon.  39 

7  This  languifhing  head  is  at  rsft  ; 

Its  thinking  and  aching  is  o'er  ; 
This  quiet,  immoveable  breaft 
Is  heav'd  by  affli^ion  no  more, 

8  This  heart  is  no  longer  the  feat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain  ! 
It  ceafes  to  flutter  and  beat ; 
It  never  Oiall  flutter  again. 

^  T/ie  lids  he  fo  feldom  could  clofe, 
By  forrow  forbidden  to  fleep, 
SeaPd  up  in  eternal  reoofe, 

Have  (Irangely  forgotten  to  weep. 

10  The  fountains  can  yield  no  fuppiies, 

Thefe  hollows  from  w^ter  are  free  .; 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  thefe  eyes. 
And  evil  they  never  fhall  fee, 

1 1  To  mourn  and  to  fuffer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prifon  I  breath  j 
And  dill  for  deliverance  pine. 
And  prefs  to  the  iiTues  of  death. 

12  What  now  yirith  my  tears  I  bedew, 

O  might  I  this  moment  become  5 
My  fpirit  created  anew, 

JAy  flelh  be  configned  to  the  tomb. 

Whitfield. 
HYMN  XXXVri..     Second  Metre. 
Not  aJhd.Tied  of  Chrif., 

I    TESUS!  and  fhall  it  ever  be— 
J    A  mortal  man  afham'd  of  thee  ? 
Afham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praife, 
Whofe  glory  fhines  through  endlefs  days  \ 


^o  The  Lord's  Songs^ 

3  AHiamM  of  Jefns !  fooner,  far. 
Let  evening  blufh  to  own  a  ftar : 
He  fheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  foul  of  mine. 

3  Afham'd  of  Jefus  !  juft  as  foon 
Let  midnight  be  afham'd  of  noon  : 
^Tis  midnight  with  my  foul,  till  Hci, 
Bright  morning  ftar  [  bid  darknefs  fi^?^ 

4  Afham*d  of  Jefus !  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  t 
No — when  I  blufh,  be  this  my  fhame. 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Afnam'd  of  Jefus  1  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wafh  awa,y. 
No  tears  to  v/ipe,  no  good  to  crav<:. 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  foul  to  fave. 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boafting  vain— ^ 
Till  then,  I  boafi:  a  Saviour  Sain : 
And,  O  !  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Chrift  is  not  afham'd  of  me. 

^  His  inftitutions  would  I  prize, 

Take  up  the  crofs,  the  (};ame  defpife. 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  caufe, 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws. 

Grsgg^  altered  by  FranciSc 
HYMN  XXXVIIL     Firft  Metre.  ^     ' 
'The  Heavenly  jerufnletru. 
I    JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 
'    J     O  how  I  long  for  thee  ! 
When  will  my  forrows  have  an  end^ 
-  Thy  joys  when  fhall  I  fee  ?  ' 


Jl  Colled  ion,  41 

'^  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  ilone, 
Moft  glorious  to  behold  ; 
Thy  levsral  gates  are  each  one  pearl, 
Thy  ftreets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 

3  Thy  river,  and  thy  fruitful  tree, 

Thy  garden,  and  thy  green. 
Through  dazzling  light,  by  human  fight     ■ 
Could  never  yet  be  feen, 

4  If  heaven  be  thus,  moft  glorious  Lord, 

Why  fnould  I  fly  from  thence  ? 
What  folly  *tis  that  I  fhould  dread 
To  die,  and  go  from  hence  1 

^  Reach  down, reach  down  thine  arm  ofgrace. 
And  caufe  me  to  afcend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  fabbaths  never  end. 

6  Jefus,  my  love,  to  glory's  gone  ; 

Him  will  I  go  and  fee  ; 
And  you,  my  brethren  here  below. 
Will  foon  come  after  me. 

7  There  we  fhall  meet,  and  no  more  part. 

And  heaven  ihall  ring  with  praife  ; 
While  Jefus'  love,  in  every  heart, 
Shall  tune  the  fong,  free  grace. 

8  Millions  of  years  around  may  run— . 

Our  fong  Ihall  ftill  go  on. 
To  praife  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  Three  in  One. 

E2 


4^  The  Lord^s  Spngs^ 

9  When  we've  been  there  ten  thoufand  ye^rs. 
Bright  ihining  like  the  fun,  * 

'  We've  no  lefs  days  to  fmg  God's  praife, 
Than  when  v.-t  firft  begun. 

Ao 
HYMN  XXXIX.     Fira  Metre. 
God's  Domimon  and  Lhcrees* 

1  TT"  EEP  filence,  all  created  things, 
J.\,   And  wait  your  Maker's  nod'; 

The  mufe  ftands  trembling,  while  {he  fings 
The  honours  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  deat'h  and  hell,  and  vrorlds  unknown^ 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree  ;  '* 

He  f]ts,^  no  precarious  throne. 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  Th'Almighty  voice  bid  antient  night 

Her  endlefs  realms  refign, 
And,  lo  !  ten  thoufand  globes  of  light 

In  fields  of  azure,  ftine. 
,?4^Now  wifdcm,. with  fuperior  Avay, 
;  ,G]^^d6s  the  vad  moving  frame, 
l/^'ilR  all  the  ranks  of  beings  pay 

Deep  reverence  to  his  name. 
Kc  fpake  ;  the  fun  obedient  ftood^ 

And  held  the  failing  day  ; 
Old  Jordan  backward  drives  his  iiood^ 

And  difappoints  the  fea. 

Lord  of  the  armies  d£  the  fky. 

He  raarfhals  all  the  ftars  ; 
Red  comets  lift  their  banners  high, 

And  wide  proclaina  his  w.ai*» 


^  Chain'd  to  his  throne  a  volume  lies. 
With  all  the  fates  of  men. 
With  every  angel's' form  and  fize. 
Drawn  by  tH' eternal  pen. 

8  Hir.  providence  unfolds  the  book, 

And  makes  his  counfel  ftme  ; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  ilrokej, 
Fulfils  fome  deep  defign. 

9  Here  he  exalts  neglcdted  worms 

To  fceptres  and  a  crown  ; 
Anon  the  following  page  he  turns., 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. " 

10  Not  Gabriel  afks  the  reafon  v.-hv. 

Nor  God  the  reafon  gives ; 
Nor  dares  the  favourite  angel  pry 
Between  the  folded  leaves. 
I  r   My  God,  1  never  long'd  to  lee 
My  fate,  with  curious  eyes  ; 
"What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  niCs 
Or  what  brighJ  fcenes  (hall  rife. 
X  2  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace 
May  I  but  find  my  name 
H-ecorded  in  fo.nie  humble  place, 
Etneath  my  Loid  the  Lamb. 

Watts, 
HYMN  XL.     Firft  Metre. 
CGtidefcending  Grcce. 
a   TTTHEN  the  Eternsl  bows  the  (kies^ 
V  V     To  vifit  earthly  thingj^, 
V/ith  fcorn  divine  he  turns  his  eyes 
From  tov/ers  of  liaughty  kings  ; 


44  7'/6^  Lord^s  So7rgs^ 

Z   Rides  on  a  cloud  difdalnful  by 
A  faltan,  or  a  czar, 
Laughs  at  the  worms  that  rife  fo  high, 
Or  frowns  'em  from  afar. 

3  Ke  bids  his  awful  chariot  roll 

Far  downward  from  the  fkies, 
To  vifit  every  humble  foul, 
With  pleafure  in  his  eyes. 

4  Why  fhould  the  Lord  that  reigns  above 

Difdain  fo  Jofty  kings  ? 
Say,  Lord,  and  why  fuch  looks  of  love 
Upon  fuch  worthlefs  things  ? 

5  Mortal,  be  dumb  ;  what  creature  dares 

Difpute  his  awful  will  ? 
Afk  no  account  oi  his  affairs, 
But  tremble,  and  be  ftill. 

6  Juft  like  his  nature  is  his  gT'dce, 

All  fovereign,  and  all  free  : 
Great  God,  how  fearchlefs  are  thy  ways  ! 
How  deep  thy  judgments  be  ! 

Watts. 

HYMN  XLL     Second  Metre. 

God  Suprejne  and  Self-sufficient, 

I   "TTTHAT  is  our  God,  or  what  his  name, 
V  V    Nor  men  can  learn,  nor  angels  reach  : 
He  dwells  conceaPd  in  radiant  flame, 

Where  neither  eyes  nor  thoughts  can  reach. 

%  The  fpacious  worlds  of  heavenly  light, 

Compax'd  with  him,  how  ibort  they  fall! 


A  Collection.  45 

They  arc  too  dark,  and  he  top  bright ; 
Nothing  arc  they,  and  God  is  ail. 

3  He  rpoke  the  wonderous  word,  and^  io. 

Creation  rofe  at  his  command  ! 
Whirlwinds  and  leas  their  limits  know. 
Bound  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand  1 

4  There  reds  the  earth,  there  roll  the  fpheres. 

There  nature  leans,  and  feels  her  prop  ; 
But  his  own  felf-fufficience  bears 
The  weight  ol  his  own  glories  i;p.  , 

5  The  tide  of  creatures  ebbs  and  flows^ 

Meafur^g  their  changes  by  the  moon  i 
No  ebb  his  fea  of  glory  knows  ; 
|iib  age  is  one  eternal  noon. 

6  Then  fly,  my  fong,  an  endlefs  round  % 

The  lofiy  tune  let  Gabriel  raife  ; 
All  nature  d'.v^ll  upon  the  found  : 
JBut  we  ci^.  ne'er  fulfil  the  praife, 

HYMN  X'  /.     Thirty-foqrlh  Metre, 

'Jd  PUgrim. 

X    /^OME,  uu  igri.n  travellers 

V-/    Who're  -.o  Canaan's  land^ 

Take  courage,  ')•  valiantly  ; 

Stand  faH:  v?;,  ^  in  hand. 
Our  gloriors  Cap. 

•To  open  all  th"    ■  , 

And  by  his  arrn.^  a-  /^"--Y 

:    We're  fure  to  wii  .    iay. 


4^  The  Lord*s  Songs ^ 

2  We  trace  a  howling  wildernefs 

For  Canaan's  peaceful  fhore  ; 
A  land  of  drought  and  pits  we  pafs, 

Where  threatening  tempefts  roar. 
Bat  Jefus  kindly  has  engag'd 

To  lead  us  in  the  way ; 
If  enemies  examine  us 

He'll  teach  us  what  to  fay. 

3  Good  morning,  brother  traveller  ; 

Pray  tell  rne  what's  your  name  ? 
And  what's  the  place  you're  going  to, 

And  that  from  whence  you  came  I 
Bold  Pilgrim,  is  the  name  I  bear  : 

To  Canaan  I  am  bound  : 
I'm  from  deftrudtion's  trembling  gate, 

And  the  enchanted  ground. 

4  Pray  what  is  that  upon  your  head, 

That  fhines  fo  char  and  bright  ? 
And  what  the  covering  on  your  breaft. 

So  dazzling  to  my  fight  ? 
What  kind  of  fiioes  are  thofe  you  wear. 

On  which  you  boldly  ftand  ? 
Alfo  that  (hining  inftrument 

You  hold  in  your  right  hand  ? 

5  My  helmet  it  is  glorious  hope, 

And  faith  is  my  bright  fhield, 
The  Spirit's  fword  I've  drawn  to  fighti 

Until  I  win  the  field. 
My  feet  are  fhod  with  gofpel-peace^ 

On  which  1  boldly  ftand  ; 
J^efolv'd  to  fight  until  1  die, 

To  win  fair  Canaan's  land* 


A  Colledion.  47 

<i  YouM  better  ftay  with  me,  young  man. 
And  give  your  journey  o'er  : 
Your  Captain  he  is  out  of  fight, 

His  face  you'll  fee  no  more. 
Mr  name  it  is  Apollyon  known ; 

This  land  belongs  to  me  ; 
And  for  your  arms  and  pilgrim's  drefs 
I'll  give  it  all  to  thee. 
7  No,  no,  replies  the  pilgrim  bold, 
Your  offers  I  difdain  ; 
For  glittering  crowns,  more  rich  than  gold? 

1  Ihortly  fiiail  obtain. 
Laid  up  they  are  for  faithful  ones, 

Who  love  their  Lord*s  command ; 
1  there  fhall  fhortly  be  with  him, 
To  enjoy  the  promised  land. 

A, 
HYMN  XLIIL     Twenty-Fifth  Metre. 
The  dying  Chr'ijlian  to  his  Soul. 

1  "TT  ITAL  fpark  of  heavenly  flame, 

V     Quit,  Oh!   quit  this  mortal  frame j 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
O,  the  blifs  the  pain  of  dying  ! 

Ceafe,  fond  nature,  ceafe  thy  ftrife. 
And  let  me  languifti  into  life. 

2  Hark  ;  they  whifper  ;  angels  fay, 
Sifter  fpirit,  corrie  away. 

What  is  this  abforbs  me  quite  ? 
Steals  my  fenfes,  ftiuts  my  fight  ? 
Drowns  my  fpirit,  draws  my  breath  ? 
Tell  me,  my  foul,  can  this  be  .death  ? 


48  The  Lbrd^s  Songs  j 

3  Thd  Wdrld  recedes ;  it  difappcars  ? 
Heaven  opens  on  mj  ejts  \  mj  ears 

With  founds  leraphic  ring  ! 
Lend,  lend,  your  Wings !   I  mount !    I  fij  I 
O  grave  !   where  is  year  vidory  ? 
O  death  1  where  is  your  fting  ? 

Po?i, 

HYMN  XLIV.     Sixteenth  Metre. 
^he  Fountain,         Zech.  xiii.  li 

i  'T^HEfounc-:.!  ofChriH 
X  .  %-AJSft  nne  tc  fmg. 
The  blood  of  our  Priellj 
Our  crucify'd  King  ; 
Which  perfe<^ly  cleanfes 
.  From  fin  and  from  filth; 
And  richly  difpenfes 
Salvation  and  health, 

3  This  fountain,  fo  dear, 

He'll  freely  impart : 
Unlock'd  by  the  fpear, 

it  gufh'd  from  his  heart. 
With  blood  and  with  watery 

The  firft  to  atone, 
To  cleanfe  us  the  latter  : 

The  fountain's  but  one. 


5  This  fountain  frbm  guilt 
Not  only  makes  pure, 
And  gives,  foon  as  feltj 
Infallible  cure 


A  Colletilm.  49 


Bt7t  if  guilt,  removed. 

Return  and  remain, 
Its  power  may  be  pr6"^e5 

Again  and  again, 

4  This  fo'ir.tain.  unfeal'd, 

Stsnr's  open  {or  all 
Th2t  \oT.<g  to  bs  heal'd, 

The  great  and  the  fmall ; 
Here's  urength  for  the  weakly 

That  hither  are  led. 
Here's  health  for  the  ficklj. 

And  life  for  the  dead. 

5  This  fountain,  though  richj 

From  charge  is  quite  clear  s 
The  poorer  the  wretch, 

The  welccmer  here. 
Come  needy,  ccnie  guilty, 

Come  loathfome  and  bare  % 
You  can't  come  too  filthy — - 

Come  jail:  as  you  are.    ~ 

^  This  fountain  in  irain 
Has  never  been  try*d  5 
It  takes  out  all  ftain, 

,  Whenever  apply'd  : 
The  water  flows  Aveetly 

With  virtue  divine. 
To  cleanfe  foul-s  completely. 
Though  leprous  as  mine. 


ttARt, 


5^  The  Lord's  Songs ^ 

HYMN  XLV.     Twenty.fixth  Metre. 

The  March, 

I   'TT^  HE  voice  of  free  grace 

X     Cries,  Efcape  to  the  mountaia  ; 
To  Adams  loft  race 

There  is  opened  a  fountain, 
For  lin  and  tranfgreffion, 

And  every  pt)llution  : 
The  blood  it  iiows  freely 

In  ftreams  of  falvation : 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  purchas'd  our  pardon, 
We  will  praife  him  again 

When  we  pafs  over  Jordan. 

2  This  fountain  fo  clear, 

In  which  all  may  find  pardon. 
From  Jcfus  Chrift's  fide  flows 

In  plenteous  redemption ; 
Though  your  fms  they  were  raifcd 

As  high  as  a  mountain, 
The  grace  ftill  flows  freely. 

So  high  is  the  fountain. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  purchas'd  our  pardon  ; 
We  will  praife  him  again, 

When  we  pafs  over  Jordan, 

3  O  Jefus,  ride  on  ; 

Thy  kingdom  is  glorious ; 
Over  fin  death  and  hell 
Thou  wilt  make  us  vi<5lonous  t 


A  CoUeSiion,  51 

Thy  name  fhall  be  praifed 

In  the  great  congregations 
And  Saints  fhall  delight  in 

Afcribing  falvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  purchased  our  pardon  5 
We  will  praife  him  again 

When  we  pafs  over  Jordano 

4  When  on  Zion  we  ftand, 

Having  gainM  the  bleft  fhorc. 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands 

We  will  praife  him  evermore  ; 
We  will  range  the  bkfs'd  fields, 

By  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  fing  hallelujahs 

Forever  and  eve/. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  purchas'd  our  pardon  | 
We  will  praife  him  again 

When  we  pafs  over  Jordan. 

A. 

HYMN  XLVL     Firft  Metre. 
The  Sighing  of  the  Prifoner.     Job  xxviii, 
X   f~\^  that  I  knew  the  fecret  place 
V^    Where  I  might  find  my  God  ! 
Soon  I  would  come  before  his  face 
And  fpread  my  woes  abroad, 

%  There  I  would  tell  how  fins  arife, 
What  forrows  I  fuftain  ; 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies  3 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain  \ 


5^  The  Lord^s  Smgs^ 

3  What  arguments  would  I  there  tai:e  ! 

How  vvrcitle  with  my  God  ! 
Would  plead  my  caufe  tor  mercy's  lake,' 
And  for  my  Saviour*s  blood  i 

4  My  God  woi^ld  pity  my  complaints. 

Would  know  my  bittereft  rnoan. 
Would  ftay  my  fpirit  when  it  faints. 
And  take  ih'unuttsr'ci  grqaa. 

5  Arife,  my  foul,  from  deep  diftrefs. 

That  favoured  place  is  near  ; 
He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grac^. 
To  Ipread  thy  (brrows  there. 

Watt5^  ^ 

HYMN  XLVII.     Forty.firft  Metre. 
Tks  Pardmun^  Qod,     Micah  vii.  i8. 

1  1^  RE  AT  God  of  wonders,  all  thy  ways 
V_3r   Are  raatchlefs,  godlike  and  divine  ; 
But  the  fair  glories  of  thy  grace 

More  godlike  and  unrivali'd  (hine. 
Who  is  a  pardcniag  God  like  thee  ? 
And  who  has  grace  fo  rich  and  free  ? 

2  Crimes  of  fuch  honor  to  forgive. 

Such  guiity,  darmg  worms  to  ipare. 
This  is  thy  grand  prerogative, 

And  none  fnaii  in  the  honour  fhare. 
Who  is  a  pardoni]^^  God  like  thee  i 
Qr  wii<>  hsf.^  gra.c^  fo  li.^k  azid  i^^e  f 


A  Colkclion.  53 

3  Anq^eis  and  men,  refign  your  claim 

To  pity,  mercy,  love  aad  grace  ; 
Thefe  glories  crown  Jehovah's  name 

With  an  incomparable  blaze. 
Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  ? 
Or  who  has  grace  fo  rich  and  free  ? 

4  In  wonder  loft,  with  trembling  joy 

We  take  the  pardon  of  our  God  ; 
Pardon  for  crimes  of  deeped  dye, 

A  pardon  bought  with  Jefus'  blood. 
Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  ? 
Or  who  has  grace  fo  rich  and  free  ? 

5  O  may  this  ftrange,  this  matchlefs  grace, 

This  godlike  miracle  of  love. 
Fill  the  wide  earth  with  grateful  praife, 

And  all  th'angelic  hofts  above  ! 
Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  ? 
Or  who  has  grace  \o  rich  and  free  ? 

Davies, 

HYMN  XLVTII.     Firft  Metre, 
The  Returning  Backjlider. 

J   J^TpHE  Lord  is  kind  in  all  his  ways, 
J.      V7hen  moft  they  i^^m  fevere  ; 
He  frov/ns,  and  fcourges  and  rebukes. 
That  I  may  learn  his  fear. 

a  With  thorns  he  fences  up  my  path. 
And  builds  a  wall  around. 
To  guard  me  from  the  death  that  lurks 
ItX  lift's  forbidden  ground. 

F    2 


54  T^k^  Lor^^s  SmgSy 

3  When  other  lovers,  fought  ia  vaia, 

iviy  fond  addrefs  deipife. 
He  opens  lids  induigcn5:  arms,- 
With  picv  in  his  eyes. 

4  Return,  my  wandeiing  leal,  return. 

And  feek  his  tender  breaft  ; 
Call  back  ibe  mcinory  ct  thole  days. 
When  there  thou  ioaiid'H  thy  reft. 

^  Behold,  great  Qod  !   I  come  to  thee. 
Though  bluffees  veil  my  face ; 
Conftrain'd  my  laft  retreat  to  feek: 
In  thy  much  hijur'd  grace. 

HYMN  XLIX.     Seventh  Metre. 
Di'cine  Sovereignty  and..  Wifdom. 

1  jf~^  CD  is  King  ;  ye  lands  rejoice, 
\Jf   Lift,  ye  ifles,  a  thankful  voice  ; 
Shout,  ye  faints,  in  joyful  ilrains  ; 
God,  your  God  and  Father,  reigns. 

2  He  ccntrouls  tjie  fons  of  pride  ; 
Sirs  above  the  raging  tide  j 
None  his  mighty  hand  can  ftay, 
None  refiH  his  fovereign  fway, 

3  Thoughts  are  vain  againft  the  Lord  j 
All  fubferve  his  fwanding  word  j 
Satan  hinders,  men  objecft  : 

Yet  what  they  oppofe,  effe(5t. 

4  O  how  deep  his  coimfel  lies  ! 
Kow  unfathomably  wife  ! 
Kvery  wa^  his  will  is  donjs. 
Every  way  his  power  is  fhown. 


^  GolUBion.  51 

5  Subje<5ls  of  the  Lord,  be  boM  ; 
Ail  his  plan  will  foon  unfold  ; 
Wheels  encircling  wheels  combine 
To  compleie  the  grand  deQgn. 

6  Bleft  is  faith,  that  trufts  his  power  ; 
Blelt  is  hope,  that  waits  his  hour ; 
Let  the  glorious  clofe  appe^ir  ; 
Halle,  great  conqueror,  bring  it  near. 

HYMN  L.     Firft  Metre.  -. 

"#• 

Chrt/i  our    W'-fdom^    RTghteoufnefs,     SanSlflcatioit 
and  Redempii:jn. 

1  TJ  ELIEVERS  own  they  are  but  blind  ; 
IJ   They  own  therafeives  unwiie  ; 

But  wifdom  in  the  Lord  they  find, 
Who  opens  all  their  eyes. 

2  Unrighteous  are  they  all  when  try'd  ; 

But  God  himfelf  declares. 
In  Jefus  they  are  j unified  ; 
His  righteoufnefs  is  theirs. 

3  That  we're  unholy,  needs  no  proof; 

We  forely  feel  the  till  ; 
But  Chrift  has  holinefs  enough 
To  fanclify  us  all. 

4  Exposed  by  (In  to  God's  juft  wr^th, 

We  look  to  Chrift,  and  view. 
Redemption  in  his  blood  by  faith. 
And  full  redemption  too. 

5  Some  this,  fome  that,  good  virtue  teach. 

To  redllfy  the  foul : 
But  we  firft  after  Jefus  reach, 
And  richly  grafp  the  whole. 


;S  The  Lord's  Songs^ 

KYMN  LI,     Twenty.fourth  Metre, 
Praife  to  the  Redeemfr. 

1  T     ET  us  lovcy  undjin^j  and  luondUr ; 
JLj;   Let  us  praift  the  Saviour's  name  ; 
He  has  hufh'd  the  law's  loud  thunder^ 

He  has  quench'd  Mount  Sinai's  flame* 
He  has  vtaih'd  us  in  his  blood, 
He  has  brought  us  nigh  to  God. 

2  Let  us  lo^e  the  Lord  vrho  bought  us, 

Pity'd  us  when  enemies ; 
Call'd  us  by  his  grace,  and  taught  us^ 

Gave  us  ears,  and  gave  us  eyes. 
He  has  wafh'd  us  in  his  blood, 
He  prefents  our  fouis  to  God. 

^  Let  Msfing,  though  fierce  temptatloa 
Thre-riten  hard  to  bear  us  dov^-n  ; 
For  the  Lord,  our  ftrong  faivaticn. 

Holds  in  view  the  cf)nqueror's  crowxL 
He  who  wafh'd  us  in  his  blood, 
Soon  will  bring  us  home  to  God, 

4  Let  us  ^ivonder  ;  grace  and  ju  (lice 

Join,  and  point  to  mercy's  ftore : 
When,  through  grace,  in  Chrift  our  trufl  is> 

Juftice  fmiles,  and  afks  no  more. 
He  who  who  wafti'd  us  with  his  blood, 
Has  fecard  our  way  to  God. 

5  Let  us  pralfey  and  join  the  chorus 

Of  the  faints  enthron'd  on  high  ; 
Jiere  they  truff  ed  him  before  us  ; 
Now  iheir  praiies  fill  the  iky. 


A  ColkBtm,  57 

"  Thou  haft  wafh'd  us  with  thy  bipod ; 
Thou  art  worthy.  Lamb  of  God  !" 

Hark  !  the  name  of  Jefus,  founded 
Loud  from  golden  harp-s  above  I 

Lord,  we  blufti,  and  are  confonnded  ; 
Faint  our  praifes,  cold  our  love  } 

Wafli  our  fouls  and  fongs  with  blood. 

For  by  thee  we  come  to  God. 

Newtow* 

HYMxNF  LIL     Firft  Metre. 
Ughi  Shining  out  of  Darkmfs, 

OD  moves  in  a  myfterious  way,^ 
Hts  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footfteps  in  the  fea„ 
And  rides  upon  the  ftorm. 


•G 


2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never  failing  (kill, 
He  treafures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  fovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  faints,  frefh  courage  take  ; 

The  clouds  you  fo  much  drrad 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  ftali  break 
In  biefliEigs  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  fenfe. 

But  truil  him  for  his  gr^^ce  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  fmilmg  face. 


5  8  The  Lord*s  Songs ^ 

f  His  purpofes  will  ripen  faft. 
Unfolding  every  hour ; 
Th«  bud  niay  have  a  bitter  tafte. 
But  fweet  v.-iil  be  the  fiov^er. 
^  Blind  unbelief  is  ft:re  to  err. 
And  fcan  his  'work  in  vain  : 
God  is  his  pwn  interpreter, 
And  he  Vi'-iU  make  it  plain, 

Cowpsx* 

HYMN  LIII.     Firft  Metre. 

I  ^  I  ''HE  moon  has  but  a  borrowed  %ht> 
X.     A  faint  and  feeble  ray  ; 
She  ov/-es  her  beauty  to  the  nigh.t. 
And  hides  herfelf  by  day. 
9  No  cheering  warmth  her  beam  conveys. 
Though  pleafmg  to  behold  ; 
We  might  upon  her  brightnefs  gaze 
Till  we  were  tVirv'd  v.ith  cold. 

3  Juft  fuch  is  all  the  light  to  maa 

Which  reafon  can  impart ; 
It  cannnot  (how  one  obje<5t  plain. 
Nor  Vv-arm  the  frozen  heart. 

4  Thus  moon-light  viev/s  of  truth  diviae 

To  many  fatal  prove  ; 
For  what  avails  in  gifts  to  fhine. 
Without  a  fpark  of  love  ? 
1^  The  gofpel,  like  the  fun  at  rioon, 
Affords  a  glorious  light  ; 
Then  human  reafon's  bca{^.ed  mooa 
Appears  no  longer  brightc 


A  ColleBlon.  j^ 

6  And  grace  not  only  light  beflows^ 
But  adds  a  quickening  power  ; 
The  defert  bloiroms  like  the  rofe, 

And  fin  prevails  no  more.  Newtom* 

HYMN  LIV.     Firft  Metre. 
Reigning  Grace, 

2  l^JT^^^  ^^Y  ^^^  Lord  reveal  his  face, 
xNI     And  teach  our  ftamrnering  tongues 
To  make  his  fcfvereign,  reigning  grace. 
The  fubje<5t  of  our  fongs  ! 

2  No  Tweeter  fubjecl  can  invite 

A  fmner^s  heart  to  fing. 
Or  more  difplay  the  glorious  right 
Of  our  exalted  King. 

3  This  fubje^  fills  the  ftarry  plains 

With  wonder,  joy  and  love  ; 
And  furBillies  the  nobleft  ftrains 
For  ail  the  harosabove. 

4  'Twas  grace  rhat  called  our  fouls  at  £rft  j 

By  grace  thus  far  vve'ere  come  ; 
And  grace  will  help  us  through  ihe  worft. 
And  lead  us  fafely  home. 

5  Lord  -"A/hen  this  changing  life  is  paft, 

If  \vp,  may  fee  thy  face  ; 
How  fhall  we  praife  and  love  at  laft, 
And  ling  the  reign  of  grace  ! 

6  Yet  let  us  aim,  while  here  beiow, 

Thy  mercy  to  difplay  ; 
And  own  at  leaft  the  debt  we  owe  3 
Although  we  cannot  pay. 

Newxojj, 


6»  The.  hordes  Songs^ 

HYMN  LV.    Twent7-third  ^fetre. 

Chrlfl  the  Lord* 

r  1^ yriGHTY  God,  while  angels  blefstliee, 
XV JL    May  an  infant  lifp  thy  name  ? 
Xoid  of  men  as  well  as  angels,  , 

Thou  art  every  creature's  theme. 
Hallelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah  1     Amen. 

£   Lord  of  every  land  and  nation. 
Ancient  of  eternal  days  I 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creatiori 
JBe  thv  juft  and  lavv^ful  praife. 
Hallelujah  ! 

J  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature. 

Grand,  beyond  a  feraph's  thought. 
For  created  works  of  power, 

Works  with  fkili  and  kindnefs  wrought -j 
Hallelujah ! 

4  For  thy  provMence,  that  goverfjs 

Thyough  thy  empire's  wide  domain  ; 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  fparraw ; 
Blefied  be  thy  gentle  reign. 
Hallelujah  I 

5  But  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption. 

Dark  through  brightnefs  all  along-« 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  exprefTion  \ 
Who  d;are  fmg  that  awful  fong^ 
Hallelujah! 


A  Collection.  ^\ 

I  Brightnefs  of*  the  Faiher's  glory. 
Shall  thy  praife  unutter'd  lie  \ 
Fly,  my  tongue,  fuch  guilty  iiieuce  1 
Sing  the  Lord  who  cailie  to  die. 
Hallelajah  \ 

Did  bright  angels  fing  thy  coming  ? 

Did  the  liiepherds  learn  their  lays  ? 
Shame  would  cover  nie,  ungrateful, 

Shoud  my  tongue  retufe  to  praife. 
Hallelujah  ! 

From  the  higheft  throne  in  glory. 
To  the  crpis  of  deepeft  woe  ; 

All  to  ranfom  guilty  captives- 
Flow  my  praife,  forever  iloWo 
Hallelujah ! 

Go,  return,  immortal  Saviour  ; 

Leave  thy  fuotftool,  take  thy  throne  5 
Thence  return,  and  reign  forever  ; 

Be  the  kingdom  all  thy  own. 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

ilo2.1NS0H. 

HYMN  LVL     Eighteenth  M«tre, 
Firji  Love, 

1    /^  K  1  how  happy  are  they   * 
V^    Who  their  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treafura  above  j 
Never  tongue  could  exprefs 
The  fweet  comfort  and  peace 

Cf  a  foul  in  its  eailieU  love  I 

G 


€2  The  hordes  Sengs, 

2  That  rejoicing  was  mine, 
When  the  favour. divine 

1  firft  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 

With  my  heart  I  believ'd, 

And  the  joy  I  receiv'd  : 
What  a  heaven  I  found  in  his  name  ! 

3  All  I  fougtt  here  below, 

Cv   Was,  my  Saviour  to  know  ; 
cJV^Thc  angels  could  do  nothing  more) 
And  to  fall  at  his  feet, 
And  the  ftory  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  finners  adore. 

4  Jefus,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  fong ; 

O  that  all,  his  falvaiion  might  fee  J 
He  bath  lov'd  me,  I  cry*d, 
He  hath  faffer'd  and  dy'd, 

To  redeem  fuch  a  rebel  as  me. 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love, 
I  was  carried  above  ; 

The  temptations  of  pleafure  were  vainj 
And  1  could  not  believe 
That  I  ever  fhoald  grieve. 

Or  Ihould  ever  be  tempted  again. 

6  As  I  rode  on  the  fky, 
Juftified  from  on  high. 

Could  i  envy  Elijah  his  feat  ? 

My  glad  foul  riiountsd  higher. 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  moon  rolkd  unde?  my  feet« 


A  C oiled ion^  63 

f  O  !  the  rapturous  height 

Of  that  holy  delight, 
Which  I  found  in  the  life-giving  blood  1 

Of  my  Saviour  polTefs'd, 

I  was  perfectly  blefsM, 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fulnefs  of  God. 

A. 

HYMN  LVIL     Second  R^etre. 
Jsfus  the  only  Saviour, 

1  4    DA?*^,  our  father  and  our  head, 
_i\  Tranfgrefs'd,  and  j  uftice  doomed  us  dead? 
The  fiery  law  fpeaks  ail  defpair  ; 
There's  no  reprieve  nor  pardon  there. 

2  Call  a  bright  council  in  the  fkies  ; 

"  Seraphs,  the  mighty  and  the  wife, 
"  Say,  what  expedient  can  you  give, 
"  That  fin  be  damn'd,  and  fmners  live  ? 

3  *'  Speak,  are  you  ftrong  to  bear  the  load, 
"  The  weighty  vengeance  of  a  God  i 

"  Which  of  you  loves  a  wretched  race, 
"  Or  dares  to  venture  in  their  place  ?'* 

4  In  vain  we  aftc,  for  all  around 

Stand  filent  through  the  heaverly  ground  ; 
There's  not  a  glorious  mind  above 
Jias  half  the  ftrength,  or  half  the  love. 

5  But,  O  unutterable  grace  ! 

Th*  Eternal  Son  takes  Adam's  place  ; 
Pown  to  our  world  the  Saviour  files, 
Stretches  his  naked  arn^is,  and  dies^ 


64  The  Lord^s  Songs, 

6  Juftice  was  pleas'd  to  bruife  the  God, 
And  pay  its  wrongs  with  heavenly  blood  i 
What  unknown  racks  and  pangs  he  bore  ! 
Then  rofe  ;  the  law  could  afk  no  more. 

7  Amazing  work  !   look  down,  ye  ikies, 
Wonder  and  gaze  v/ith  ail  your  eyes  ; 
Ye  i^/enly  thrones  (lioxip  from  above. 
And  bow  to  this  myfterious  love. 

8  See  how  they  bend  1  fee  how  they  look  ! 
Long  they  had  read  th*'  eternal  book, 
And  ftudied  dark  decrees  in  vain  : 
The  crofs  on  Calvary  makes  them  plain. 

9  Now  they  are  ft  ruck  with  deep  amaze  ; 
Each  with  his  wings  conceals  his  face; 
N^w  clap  their  founding  plumes,  and  cry» 
"  The  wifdom  of  a  Deity  1" 

10 Low  they  adore  th'  incarnate  Son, 
And  fmg  the  glories  he  has  won  ; 
Sifig  how  he  broke  our  iron  chains, 
How  deep  he  funk,  how  high  he  reigns  ! 

tf  Triumph  and  reign,  viiftorious  Lord, 
By  all  ihe  flaming  hofts  adorM  : 
And  fay,  dear  Conqueror,  fay,  how  long 
Ere  wc  (KaII  rife  to  join  the  fong. 

12L0,  from  afar  the  promis'd  day 
Shines  with  a  well-diftinguifh'd  ray: 
But  rv.j  wing*d  paflion  hardly  bears 
Xhefe  leng'-hs  of  flow,  delaying  years. 


4  CoUeSlion*  6} 

7 1  Send  down  a  chariot  from  above, 
With  fiery  wheels,  and  pav'd  with  love, 
ilaife  me  beyond  th*  ethereal  blue, 
To  fmg  and  love  as  angels  do. 

Watt$, 

JiYMN  LVIII.     Firft  Metre. 
Th  Jthejft's  Miftahe. 

\   1"    AUGH,   ye  profane,    and  fwell,  and 

t   1  burft, 

With  bold  impiety  ; 
Yet  fnall  ye  live  forever  curs'd, 
And  feek  in  vain  to  die. 

2  The  gafp  of  your  expiring  breath 

Configns  your  fouls  to  chains, 
By  the  laft  agonies  of  death 
Sent  down  to  fiercer  pains. 

3  Ye  ftand  upon  a  dreadful  fteep, 

And  all  beneath  is  hell ; 
Your  weighty  guilt  will  fmk  you  deep 
Where  the  old  Serpent  fell, 

4  When  iron  (lumbers  bind  your  flefh, 

With  ftrange  furpriie  you'll  find 
Immortal  vigour  fpring  afrefh. 
And  tortures  wake  the  mind  ! 

5  Then  you'll  confefs  the  frightful  names 

Of  plagues  you  fcorn'd  before, 
No  more  ^all  look  like  idle  dreams? 
Irfike  fooiiih  tales  no  more. 

e  % 


66\  The  Lord's  Scn^i^ 

6  Then  fliall  ye  curfe  iLat  fatal  day, 

(With  flames  upon  your  tongues) 
When  you  exchang'd  your  fouls  away 
For  vanity- and  fongs. 

7  Behold,  the  faints  rejoice  to  die, 

For  heaven  flbines  round  their  heads  j 
And  angel  guards,  prepar'd  to  fly, 
Attead  their  fainting  beds. 

8  Their  longing  fpirits  part  and  rife 

To  thefr  celeftial  feat ; 
Above  thefe  ruinable  ikies 
They  make  their  Uft  retreat. 

9  Hence,  ye  profane  ;  I  hate  your  ways  ; 

1  wa'k  with  pious  fouls  ; 
There's  a  wide  difference  in  our  race, 
And  liiilant  are  our  goals.  Watts, 

HYMN  LIX.     Second  Metre. 
God  exalted  above  all  Praife. 

1  T7  TERNAL  power  !   whofehigh  abode 
jr^    Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God; 

Infinite  lengths  beyon^  the  bounds 
Where  ftars  revolve  their  little  rounds! 

2  The  lowed  ftep  above  thy  feat 
Rifes  too  high  for  Gabriel's  feet  : 
In  vain  the  tall  arch-angel  tries 

To  reach  chine  height,  with  wondering  eyes. 

3  Thy  dazzling  beauties  whild  he  fings, 
He  hides  his   face  behind  his  wings  •, 
And  ranks  of  fhining  thrones  around 
Fall  worfhipping,  aixl  fpread  the  grOtjnd, 


ji  CoileSiion,  6j 

4  Lord,  what  (hall  earth  and  afhes  do  ? 
We  would  adore  our  M^ker  too  ; 
From  lin  ar.d  duft  to  thee  we  cry, 
The  Great,  the  Holy,  and  the  High  !   *' 

c  Earth,  from  afar,  has  heard  thy  fame, 
And  v/orms  have  learnt  to  lifp  thy  Name  ; 
But,  O,  the  glories  of  thy  mind 
Leave  all  our  foaring  thoughts  behind, 

6  God  is  in  heaven,  and  men  below  ; 
Be  fhort  our  tunes  ;  our  words  be  few  j 
A  facred  reverence  checks  our  fongs, 
And  praifi;  fits  fiient  on  our  tongue.^.  * 

Watts, 
*  Tibifht  Lausy  0  Deus.  Pial.  hv.  i. 

HYMN  LX.     Second  Metre. 
Longing  for  the  Latter  Day  Glory, 

1  TJOW  many  years  has  man  been  driven 
J_  i   Far  off  from  bappinefs  and  heaven  !  ■ 
When  wilt  ihou,  gracious  Lord,  reftorc 
Thy  wandering  church  to  roam  no  more  ? 

2  Six  thoiifand  years  are  nearly  paft. 
Since  Adam  from  thy  fight  was  cad  i 
And  ever  fince,  hi&  fallen  race, 
From  age  to  age,  are  void  of  grace, 

3  When  will  the  happy  trump  proclaim 
The  judgment  of  the  martyred  Lamb  ? 
When  Ihall  the  captive  troops  be  free. 
And  keep  th'  eternal  jubitee  .' 


68  Ths  Lord^s  Songs, 

^  Haften  It,  Lord,  in  every  land; 

Send  thou  thine  Angels,  and  command, 
**  Go  found  deliverance  ;  loudly  blow 
"  Salvation  to  my  faints  belov/  !'* 

5  We  long  to  have  the  day  appear  ! 
The  promis'd  great  fabbatic  year. 
When,  far  from  grief,  and  iin,  and  hell, 
Ifrael  in  ceafelefs  peace  ihall  dwell. 

6  Till  then,  we  will  pot  !et  thee  reft  ; 
Thou  ftill  {halt  hear  our  ftrong  requeft  j 
And  this  our  daily  prayer   fhall  be, 
i<ord,  found  the  trump  of  jubilee. 

HYMN  L^I.     Thirty.firft  Metre. 
Gentiles  praying  for  jews, 

1  T^ATHER  of  faithful  Abraham  hear 
Jl      Our  earned  fuit  for  Abraham's  ittd.  j 
juftly  they  claim  the  foftefl  prayer 

From  us,  adopted  in  their  (lead  ;' 
Who  m.ercy  thropigh  their  fall  obtain. 
And  Chrift  by  their  rejection  gain. 

2  Out  caft  from  thee,  and  fcatter'd  wide, 

Through  every  nation  under  heaven, 
Blafpheming  whom  they  crucify 'd, 

Unfav*d,  unpity*d,   unforgiven  : 
Branded  like   Cain,  they  bear  their  load, 
Abhor'd  of  man,  and  curs'd  of  God, 

3  But  haft  thou  finally  forfook. 

Forever  call  thine  own  awa^  ? 


A  Colledion.  6'9 

Wilt  thou  not  bid  the  murderers  look 

On  him  they  pierc'd,  and  weep  andprar-? 
Yes,  gracious  Lord,  thy  word  is  palb, 
*«Ali  Ifrael  ft  all  be  favM  at  laft.*' 

4  Come   then,  thoa  great  Ii)£ilverer,  come  ; 
The  veilfrom  Jacob's  heart  remove  j 
Receive  thine  antient  people  home, 

That,  quicken'd  b^  thy  dying  l^ve. 
The  v/orld  may  their  reception  view, 
And  fhout  to  God  the  glory  due. 

HYMN  LXri.      Firfl  Metre. 

Ckriff  (  condefcfnding  regard  to  Little  Children^ 

Mark  X.  14. 

1  QEE  IfraeVs   gentle  Shepherd  ftand, 
♦3   Wiih  all-engaging  charms  ; 
Hark;— how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs. 

And  folds  them  in  his  arms  1 

2  "  Permit;  them  to  approach,'*  he  cries, 

Nor  fcom  their  humble  name  ; 
For  'twas  to  blefs,  fuch  fouls  as  thefe, 
The  Lrord  of  angels  came. 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  by  fervent  prayer? 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee  : 
Joyful  that  we  curfelves  are  thine. 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be  I 

4  Ye  little  ficck,  with  pleafure  hear,    ■ 

\t  children,  feek  his  face  ; 

And  fiy  with  tranfport  to  receive 

The  blefllngs  of  his  grace. 


yo  The  Lord*s  Songs ^ 

5  If  ©rphans  they  are  left  behind, 
Thy  guardian  care  we  truR  ; 
'J'hat  care  fhall  heal  our  bleeding  hearts. 
If  weeping  o'er  their  duft. 

DoDDRIDGEc 

HYMN  LXIII,     Second  Metre. 

Exhortation,  io  Prayer, 

X  T" XT  HAT  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
V  V     In  coming  to  a  mercy-feat  I 
Ye-,  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer. 
But  wiflies  to  be  often  there  I 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw  j 
Prayer  climbs   the  ladder  Jacob  faw  j 
Gives  exercife  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blefling  from  above. 

3  Retraining  prayer,  we  ceafc  to  £ght  ; 
Prayer  make§  the  Chriitian  armour  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  fees 

The  weakeil  faint  upon  his  knees. 

4  While  Mofes  ftood  with  arms  fpread  wide, 
Succefs  was  found  on  Ifrael's  fide  ; 

But  when  through  wearinefs  they  faii'd. 
That  moment  Amalek  prevailed. 

5  Have  you  no  words  ?  O,  think  again. 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
^ith  the  fad  tale  of  all  your  care^ 


A  Colledmu  J I 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vamljr  fpent. 
To  heaven  in  fupplication  fent ; 
Your  cheerful  fong  would  oft'ner  be, 
•*  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me.'* 

"  COWPER. 

HYMN  LXIV.     Thlrty.firft  Metre. 
T'ra'velUng  to  Xion. 
t    T    EADER  of  faithful  fouls,  and  guid^ 
X^     Oi  all  that  travel  to  the  fkj, 
Come,  and  with  us,  even  us,  abide, 
Who  would  on  thee  alone  rely  : 
On  thee  alone  our  fpirits  ftay, 
While  held  in  life's  uneven  way. 

%  Strangers  and  pilgrims  here  beloW, 

This  earth  we  know  is  not  bur  place  3 

We  haften  through  the  vale  of  woe, 
And,  reftlefs  to  behold  thy  face, 

Swift  to  our  heavenly  country  m97e, 

Our  everlafting  home  above. 

3  We  *ve  no  abiding  city  here, 

But  feek  a  city  out  of  fighjC ; 
Thither  our  fteady  courle  w«  ftecr^- 

Afpiring  to  the  plams  of  light  ; 
Jerufalem,  the  faints'  abode, 
Whofe  founder  is  the  living  God. 

4  Patient  th'  appointed  race  to  run, 

This  weary  world  we  caft  behind  % 
From  ftrength  to  ftrength  we  travel  on? 

The  new  Jerufalem  to  find  : 
Oar  labour  this,  our  only  aim^ 
To  fijftdr-the  New  JerufaleRir.( 


72  The.  Lord* s  Songs ^ 

5   Rais*d  by  the  breath  of  love  divine, 

We  urge  our  way  with  ftrength  renew'dj 
The  church  of  the  firfl  born  to  join, 
We  travel  to  Ihe  mount  of  God  ; 
With  joy  upon  our  heads  v/e  rife, 
To  meet  our  Saviour  in  the  ikies. 

HYMN   LXy.     Tliird  Metre. 

The  Care  of  the  SonL  i 

1  \     CHARGE  to  Aeep  I  have; 
-     jfjL      A  God  to  glorify  ; 

A  never-dying  foul  to  fave. 
And  fit  k  for  the  iky; 

2  To  ferve  the  prefent  age. 
My. calling  to  fulfil  ; 

O  ruay  it  all  rrjy  powers  engage 
Tt)  do  mj  Mafier's  wiil- 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  fight  to  live, 
And  O,  thy  fervant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  ftricb  account  to  give, 

4  Help  me.  to  w^tch  and  pray. 
And  on  ^yfelf  r«ly.  f 

AfTur'd  \il  my  truii  betray, 
I  ihali  forever  die. 

HYMN  LXV^l.     Firft  Metre, 
^he  Atonement. 
I   TV/FY  dying  Saviour,  and  my  Cod, 
i.V.1     Fountain  for  guilt  and  fin. 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
Aad  cleanfe  and  keep  me  clean. 


A  ColkBion.  *j^ 

t  Wafli  me,  arid  make  me  thus  thine  own  : 
Wafli  me,  and  mine  thou  art : 
Wafh  me,  but  not  my  feet  aione— 
Mj  hands,  my  head,  my  hsaii^ 

3  For  ever  here  my  reft  fliall  b^» 

Clefs  to  thy  bleedini^  fide  ; 
■Tis  ail  my  hope,  and  all  my  pleaf^ 
For  me  the  Saviour  cfd, 

4  To  bring  me  neat,  thy  blood  apply," 

Till  faith  to  fight  improve  ; 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 

And  all  my  foul' be  love.  Ap 

HYMN  LXVIL     Thirty-fifth  Metre. 

Creatiom 

1   »-  I  *HE  fpacious  firmament  on  high, 
X     With  all  the  blue  ethereal  (kj, 
Andfpangled  heavens  (a  fhining  frame) 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 
The  unwearied  fun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator*s  power  difplay. 
And  publiflies  to  every  land 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  evening  fhades  prevail. 
The  miooQ  takes  up  the  wonderous  tale. 
And  nightly  to  the  liitening  earth 
Repeats  the  ftory  of  her  birth  ; 
While  all  the  ftars  that  round  heir  bum, 
And.  all  the  planets  in  their  turn. 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  rollj 
And  fpread  the  truth  from  pels  to  pole-^ 

H 


74  The  Lord's^  SongSy 

3  What  though  in  folemn  filence  all 
Move  round  the  dark  terreftial  ball ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  found 
Amid  the  radiant  orbs  be  found  ; 
In  reafon's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice. 
Forever  fmging,  as  they  fhine, 
The  hand"  that  made  us  is  divine. 

Addisoh. 

HYMN  LXVIir.     Twentieth  Metre. 

The  Voice  of  the  Bridegroom. 

iT^HE  voice  of  my  beloved  founds, 
'  jL   While  o'er  the  mountain  tops  he  bounds  ; 
He  flies  exulting  o'er  the  hills, 
And  all  my  foul  with  tranfport  fills  : 
Gently  doth  he  chide  my  ftay, 
"  -Rife,  my  love,  and  come  away. 

2  "The  fcatrer'd  clouds  are  fled  at  laft, 
"The  rain  is  gone,  the  winter's  paft, 
**  The  lovely  vernal  flowers  appear," 
"  The  warbling  choir  enchant  our  ear; 
**  Now  with  fweetly-penfive  moan 
**Coos  the  turtle  dove  alone." 

HYMN  LXIX.     Firil  Metre. 

Divine  Favour, 

1    X     ET  every  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 
I   J   Thou  fovereign  Lord  of  all; 
Thy  ftrengthening  hands  uphold  the  weakj 
And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 


A  Colledion.  75 

z  When  forows  bow  the  fpirit  down, 
When  virtuaJies  diftrefs'd 
Beneath  the  proud  opprefTor's  frown. 
Thou  giv'fl  the  mourner  reft. 

3  Thou  know'ft  the  pains  thy  fervants  feel. 

Thou  hear'ft  thy  children's  cry  5 
And,  their  beft  wiihes  to  fulfil, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

4  Thy  mercy  never  fliall  remove 

From  men  of  hearts  lincere  : 
Thou  fav'ft  the  fouls  whofe  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

5  My  lips  fhall  dwell  upon  thy  praife. 

And  fpread  thy  fame  abroad ; 
X*et  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raifc 
The  honours  of  their  God. 


p 


HYMN  LXX.     Firft  Metre. 
The  Univerfal  Hallelujah, 
RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  y'immorta.l  choir. 


That  fill  the  realms  above  ; 
Sing,  for  he  form'd  you  of  his  fire. 
And  feeds  you  v/ith  his  love. 

2  Shine  to  his  praife,  ye  cryftal  ikies. 
The  floor  of  his  abode  ; 
Or  veil  your  little  twinkling  eyes 
Before  a  brighter  God. 

5  Thoii  reftlefs  globe  of  golden  light, 
-  Whofe  beams  create  our  days, 
join  with  the  filver  queen  of  night 
To  own  your  borrow'd  rays. 


j6  The  Lord's  Songs, 

4  Winds,  ye  (hall  bear  his  name  aloud 

Through  the  ethereal  blue  ; 

For  vhen  his  chariot  is  a  cloud. 

He  makes  his  wheels  of  you. 

5  Thunder  and  hail,  and  fire  and  ftorms, 

The  troops  of  his  command, 
Appear  in  all  your  dreadful  forms. 
And  fpeak  his  awful  hand. 

6  Shout  to  the  Lord,  ye  furging  fcas, 

In  your  eternal  roar  ; 
Let  wave  to  wave  refound  his  praife, 
And  £hore  reply  to  fliore  : 

7  While  mongers,  fporting  on  the  flood. 

In  fcaly  filver  fhine, 
Speak  terribly  their  Maker,  God, 
And  lafh  the  foaming  brine. 

S  But  gentler  things  fhall  tune  his  name, 
To  fofter  notes  than  thefe  ; 
Young  zephyrs,  breathing  o'er  the  ftream, 
Or  whifpering  through  the  trees. 

9  W^ave  your  tall  heads,  ye  lofty  pines, 
To  him  that  bade  you  grow  : 
Sweet  clufters,  bend  your  fruitful  vines 
On  every  thankful  bough. 

j^o  Let  the  fhrill  birds  his  honour  raife. 
And  climb  the  morning  fky  ; 
While  groveling  beafts  attempt  his  praife 
in  hoarfer  harmony. 


A  tlolleBlon.     :  fj- 

1 1  Thus,  while  the  meaner  creatures  fing,        ^ 
Ye  mortals,  take  the  found  ; 
Echo  the  glories  of  your.  King 
Through  all  the  nations  round. 

WattS' 

HYMN  LXXI.     Sixteenth  Metre. 
T^be  Lord  tuill  Provide, 

1  np  HOUGH  troubles  affail, 

X     And  dangers  affright, 
Though  friends  Ihould  all  fail, 

And  foes  all  unite  ; 
Yet  one  thing  fecures  us. 

Whatever  betide  ; 
The  Scripture  aifures  us. 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

2  The  birds  without  barn 

Or  ftore-houfe  are  fed  : 
From  them  let  us  learn 

To  truil  for  our  bread  : 
His  faints,  what  is  fitting. 

Shall  ne'er  be  deny'd, 
So  long  as  'tis  written. 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

3  W^  niay,  lii^e  the  fhips, 
^       By  tempefts  be  toft 

On  perilous  deeps, 

But  cannot  be  loft  : 
Though  Satan  enrages 

The  wind  and  the  tide, 
The  proniife  engages, 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

II  2 


T?"  The  Lord's  Songs, 

4  His  call  we  obey, 

Like  Abram  of  old. 
Not  knowing  our  way, 

But  faith  makes  us  bo^ld  ; 
For  though  we  are  ftrangerSj 

We  have  a  good  guide, 
And  truft,  in  all  dangers, 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

5  When  Satan  appears 

To  ftop  up  our  path, 
And  fill  us  with  fears, 

We  triumph  by  faith ; 
He  cannot  take  from  us, 

Though  oft  he  has  try'd. 
This  heart-cheering  promife. 

The  Lore)  will  provide. 

6  He  tells  us  we-re  weak, 

Our  hope  is  in  vain  ; 
The  good  that  we  feek. 

We  ne'er  fnall  obtain  ; 
But  when  fuch  fuggefticns 

Our  fpirits  have  ply'd. 
This  anfwers  all  queftions— ^ 

The  Lord  will  provide. 

7  No  ftrength  of  our  own. 

Nor  goodnefs,  we  claim  ; 
Yet,  fmce  we  have  known 

The  Saviour's  great  name^ 
In  this  our  ftrong  tower 

For  fafcty  we  hide  ; 
The  Lord  is  our  power. 

The  LcjG  will  provide* 


A  Colleclian.  79 

S  When  life  fmks  apace. 
And  death  is  in  view, 
This  word  of  his  grace 

Shall  comfort  us  through  : 
No  fearing  or  doubting, 

With  Chrill  on  our  fide  ; 
We  hope  to  die  fhouting, 
The  Lord  will  provide. 

Newton/ 

HYMN  LXXII.     Firft  Metre. 
On  Earth  as  in  Heaven > 

1  ^^UR  life  is  hid  with  Chrift  in  God  ; 
\J   Our  life  fhall  foon  appear. 

And  filed  his  glory  all  abroad 
On  us,  his  members  here. 

2  Our  fouls  are  in  his  mighty  hand. 

And  he  will  keep  them  illll  ; 
He  will  return,  and  we  fhall  ftand 
With  him  on  Zion's  hill- 

3  Him  eye  to  eye  we  there  ih.'ill  fee ; 

Our  face  like  his  ihall  fhine  ; 

And  mingle  with  the  company. 

Where  faints  and  angels  join. 

4  With  them  affemblmg  joyful  there, 

In  robes  of  white  array'd, 
The  palms  of  vidory  we  fhall  bear. 
And  crowns  upon  our  head. 

5  Then  let  us  lawfully  contend. 

And  fight  our  pafTage  through  ; 
Bear  in  our  faithful  minds  the  end, 
And  keep  the  prize  in  view. 


8o  The  Lor(t,s  SotigSy 

6  And  let  us  haften  to  the  day,  •> 

When  all  fliall  be  brought  home. 
Come,  O  Redeemer,  come  away  1 
O  Jefus,  quickly  come  1 

A' 

HYMN  LXXIII.     Thirty-fira  Metre..  , 
The  Lord*s  Supper. 

I   T.N  that  fad,  memorable  night, 
JL    When  Jefus  was  for  us  betray'd, 
He  left  his  death-recording  rite, 

He  took  and  blefsM  and  brake  the  bread; 
And  gave,  his  own  their  laft  bequeft. 
And  thus  his  love's  intent  exprefs'd  : 

z  "  Take,  eat,  this  is  my  body,  given 

*'  To  purchafe  life  and  peace  for  you, 
**  Pardon,  and  holinefs,  and  heaven  ; 
"  Do  this  my  dying  love  to  Ihew  : 
'*  Accept  your  precious  legacy, 
**  And  thus,  my  friends,  remember  me.'' 

3  He  took  into  his  hands  the  cup, 

To  crown  the  ifacramental  feaft. 
And,  full  of  kind  concern,  look'd  up. 

And  gave  to  them  what  he  had  blels'd  : 
"  And  drink  ye  all  of  this,  he  faid, 
"  In  folemn  memory  of  the  dead. 

4  "  This  is  my  blood,  which  feals  the  new 

"  Eternal  covenant  of  my  grace  ; 
"  My  blood,  fo  freely  ihtd  for  you, 

*•  For  you  and  all  the  flnful  race : 
"  My  blood,  that  fpeaks  your  fins  forgiven, 


A  Colkaion.  8 1 

HYMN  LXXIV.     Seventh  Metre. 
The  Fall  of  Ant'ichrijl.  r 

J    T7[T^-0  is  this  that  comes  from  far, 
VV      Clad  in  garments  dipt  in  blood  ? 
Strong,  triumphant  Traveller, 
Is  he  man,  or  is  he  God  \ 

2  "  I,  that  fpeak  in  righteoufnefs, 

**  Son  of  God  and  man  I  am, 
"  Mighty  to  redeem  your  race  ; 
*'  Jefus  is  your  Saviour's  name.'* 

3  Wherefore  are  thy  garments  red, 

Dy'd  as  in  a  crimfon  fea  ? 
They  that  in  a  wine-vat  tread. 
Are  not  ftain'd  fo  much  as  thee. 

4  ♦*  I  from  Edom  thus  am  feewn  ; 

"  There  the  wine-prefs  I  have  trcxi  I 
"Strong  with  wine  of  wrath,  alone, 
"  1  have  pour'd  the  wrath  of  Gcd.'* 

A. 

HYMN  LXXV.       Seventh  Ivletre. 

Lovejl  thou  me  ?    John  xxi.  15. 

IS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 


T 


Oft  it  caufes  anxious  thought, 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifelefs  franse  l 
Hardly,  fure,  can  they  be  worfe. 

Who  have  never  heard  his  name  ! 


%2  The  Lvrd's  Songs, 

3  Could  my  heart  fo  hard  remain, 

Prayer  a  tafk  and  burden  prove ; 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 
l£  1  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  v^ithin, 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild  ; 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  fiR, 
Can  I  deem  myielf  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read. 

Sin  is  mix*d  with  all  I  do  : 
You,  that  love  the  Lord  indeed. 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

€  Yet  I  mourn  rtiy  ftubborn  will, 
Find  my  fin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel. 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ^ 

7  Could  I  joy  his  faints  to  meet, 

-.    Choofe  the"  ways  I  once  abhorrM, 
Find,  at  times,  the  promife  fWeet, 
If  I  did  not  lov£  the  Lord  I  ^  I 

8  Lord,  4Jecide  the  doubtful  cafe, 

Thou,  who  art  thy  people's  fun ; 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  ail,  1  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  cie  to  begin  to-day. 

Ne^<^ton, 


A  Colle-aion.  83 

HYMN  LXXVI.      Twenty-firft  Metre. 
rhe  Child. 
1   /'"XUIET,  Lord,  my  froward  heart ; 
V^      Make  me  teachable  and  mild  ; 
Upright,  fimple,  free  from  art. 

Make  me,  as  a  weaned  child  i 
From  diftriift  and  envy  free, 
Pleas'd  with  all  that  plcafes  thee. 
1  What  thou  (halt  to-day  provide. 
Let  me  as  a  child  receive  ; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide. 

Calmly  to  thy  wifdom  leave  5 
'Tis  enough  that  thou  wilt  care  ; 
Why  fliould  I  the  burdea  bear  ? 
3  As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own  ; 
Knows  he's  neither  ftrong  nor  wife, 

Fears  to  ftir  a  ftep  alone  ; 
Let  me  thus  with  thee  abide. 
As  my  father,  guard,  and  guide. 
\.  Thus  preferv'd  from  Satan's  wiles. 
Safe  from  dangers,  free  from  fears. 
May  1  live  upon  thy  fmiles. 
Till  the  promised  hour  appears  ; 
When  the  fons  of  God  fhall  prove 
All  their  Father's  boundlefs  love. 

NeVnTTOK, 

HYMN  LXXVir.      Thirtieth  Metre. 
Ehenezer,  i  Sam.  vii.  12. 

COME,  thou  fount  of  every  bieffing. 
Tune  my  heart  to  fmg  thy  grace  1 
Streams  of  mercy,  never-ceafing. 
Call  for  fongs  of  loudeft  praife. 


84  The  Lord^s  Songs ^ 

Teach  me  fome  melodious  fonnet. 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 

Praife  the  mount — O  fix  me  on  it, 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love  ! 

2  Here  I  raife  mine  Eben-ezer  ; 

Hither  by  thy  help  Pm  come  ; 
And  1  hope  by  thy  good  pleafure 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home* 
Jefus  fought  me  when  a  ftranger. 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  r'efcue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood. 

3  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  conftrain'd  to  be  I 
Let  that  gracs,  Lord,  like  a  fetter. 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee  \ 
Prone  to  wander,  Loi  d,  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart,  Lord,  take  and  feal  it } 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above  ! 

ROBiNSSNi 

HYMN  LXXVHL     Eighth  Metre. 
Ths  Beatific  V'lfion, 

1  T  LANGUISH,  1  faint  to  be  there, 
JL       Where  Jefus  hath  fix'd  his  abode  J 
O  when  fhall  I  rife  in  the  air. 

And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God  ! 

2  1  long  to  behold  him  arrayM 

With  glory  and  light  from  above  j 
The  King  in  his  beauty  difplay'd> 
The  beauty  of  holiefl-lover 


A  Colkmon.  %^ 

3  On  ZIon,  O  when  fhall  1  ftand  ! 

And  there  (as  rehears' d  in  the  word) 
The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 
Survey  in  the  light  of  the  Lord  ? 

4  How  happy  the  people  that  dwell 

Secure  in  the  city  above  I 
"No  pain  its  inhabitants  feel, 

No  ficknefs  or  forrow  (hall  prove. 

5  O  Lover  of  fouls,  unto  me 

Thy  pledges  of  holinefs  give, 

And  then  from  this  defert  fet  free. 

And  then  to  thy  city  receive  ! 

6  When  there,  on  thy  bofom  reclin'd. 

Thy  face  I  am  ftrengthened  to  fee, 
The  "  fulnefs  of  joy  "  I  ihall  find. 
The  "  heaven' of  heaven"  in  thee. 

A. 

HYMN  LXXIX.    Twenty.feventh  Metre. 
The  Pilgrim's  Song. 

1  TJ  ISE,  my  foul,  and  ftretch  thy  wings, 
j[\.    Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 

Rife  from  tranfitory  things 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place  : 

Sun  and  moon  and  ftars  decay. 
Time  (hall  foon  this  earth  remove  ; 

Rife,  my  foul,  and  haftcaway 
To  feats  prepar'd  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run. 

Nor  (lay  in  all  their  courfe ; 
Fires  afcending  feek  the  fun  ; 
Both  fpeed  them  to  their  fource  ; 
I 


S6  The  Lord's  S'ongs^ 

So  a  foul  that's  born  of  God 
Pants  to  view  his  lovely  face^ 

Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 
To  reft  in  his  embrace. 

3  Fly  rae,  riches,  fly  me,  cares, 

While  I  that  coaft  explore  ; 
Flattering  world,  with  all  thy  fnares, 

SoliciE  me  no  more  : 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  their  home  ; 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night : 
When  the  laft  dear  morn  is  come, 

They'll  rife  to  joyful  light. 

4  Ceafc,  ye  pilgrims,  ceafe  to  mourn  ; 

Prefs  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  the  Saviour  will  return. 

Triumphant  in  the  fkies  : 
Yet  a  feafon,  and  you  know, 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given  ^ 
AW  your  forrows  left  below, 
And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 
HYMN  LXXX.     Thirty-fixth  Metre. 
Praife  for  Sahation. 

1  /~\  JESUS,  our  Lord  ! 
V-^    '^^hy  name  be  ador'd 

For  all  the  rich  blelUngs  convey'd  by  thy  wordv 

2  In  fpirit  we  trace 
Thy  wonders  of  grace, 

And  cheerfully  join  in  a  concert  of  praife. 

3  The  trumpet  of  God 
Is  founding  abroad. 

The  language  of  mercy — Salvation  througb' 
blood.  - 


A  CoHc5fion.  ^7 

4  Thrice  happy  are  they 
Who  hear  and  obey, 
And  fhare  in  the  riches  of  this'gofpel.day. 

4  This  blefljng  be  mine, 
Through  favour  divine  ; 
And  O,  my  R.edeemer  !  the  glory  be  thirie. 

6  The  work  is  of  grace  ; 
Thine,  thine  be  the  praife  ; 
And  mine  to  adore  thee^  and  tell  of  thy  ways. 

HYMN  LXXXI.     Firft  Metre. 
Gratitude  for  God^s  Mercies. 
J   "TTTTHEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God^ 
V  V     My  rifing  foul  furveys, 
Tranfported  with  the  view,  I'm  loft 
In  wonder,  love  and  praife. 

2  Thy  providence  my  life  fuftain*d^ 

And  all  my  wants  redrefs'd, 
When  in  the  filent  womb  I  lay, 
And  hung  upon  the  breaft. 

3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear. 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learnt 
To  form  themfelves  in  prayer. 

4  UnnumberM  comforts  on  my  foul 

Thy  tender  care  beftow'd, 
Before  ray  infant-heart  conceivM 
From  whom  thofe  comforts  flovv'd. 

5  When  in  the  flippery  paths  of  youth 

With  heedlefs  fteps  I  ran  ; 
Thine  arm,  unfeen,  convey'd  me  fafe^, 
Asid  led  me  up  to  man. 


S8  The  Lord's  Songs, 

6  When  worn  by  ficknefs,  oft  haft  thou 

With  health  renewed  my  face  ; 
And  when  m  fms  and  forrows  funk, 
RevivM  my  foul  with  grace. 

7  Thy  bounteous  hand  with  worldly  good 

Has  made  my  cup  run  o*cri 
And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  friend 
Haft  doubled  all  my  ftore. 

8  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodnefs  I'll  purfue  ; 
And  after  death  in  diftant  worlds 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

9  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  m|jht 

Divide  thy  works  no  more  ; 
My  evar-grateful  heart,  O  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  fhall  adore. 

10  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 
A  joyful  fong  I'll  raife  ; 
For,  O  !  eternity's  too  fhort 
To  utter  all  thy  praife. 

Adsisoh. 

HYMN  LXXXII.     Firft  Metre. 
A  JVidding  Hymn. 

1  O  INCE  Jefos  freely  did  appear 
O   To  grace  a  marriage  feait ; 

O  Lord,  we  afk  thy  prefence  here. 
To  make  a  wedding  gueft. 

2  Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down. 

Who  now  have  plighted  hands ; 
Their  union  with  thy  favour  crown. 
And  blefs  the  nuptial  bands. 


J  Colled  ion.  89 

5  With  gifts  of  grace  their  hearts  endow. 
Of  all  rlcli  dowries  bert  ! 
Their  fubftance  blefs,  and  peace  ^ftow^ 
To  fwe^tea  all  the  reli. 

4  In  pureft  love  their  fouls  unite, 

That  diey,  with  Chriftian  care. 
May  make  domeftic  burdens  light^-.  ^ 
By  taking  each  their  Oiare.  < 

5  True  helpers  may  they  prove  indeed^ 

In  prayer,  and  faith,  and  hope  ; 
And  fee,  with  joy,  a  goodly  feed, 
To  build  their  houfehold  up. 

6  As  Ifaac  and  Rebecca  give 

A  pattern  challe  and  kind  ; 
So  may  this  married  couple  live. 
And  die,  in  friendfhip  join'd. 

7  On  every  foul  afTembled  here, 

O  make  thy  face  to  fnine  ; 
Thy  goodnefs  more  our  hearts  can  cli^er. 
Than  richell  food  or  wine. 

HYMN  LXXXIII.     Fifteenth  Metre. 
The  City  of  God, 

1  r^  LORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  fpoken, 
Xj"  Zion,  city  of  our  God  ! 

He,  whofe  word  cannot  be  broken, 
Form'd  thee  for  his  own  abode. 

2  On  the  rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  Ihake  thy  fare  repofe  ? 
With  falvation's  walls  fuirounded, 
TLju  inayTt  fmik  at  all  thy  foes^ 
I    2 


90  The  Lord's  Songs, 

3  Sec  !  th«  ftreams  of  living  waters. 

Springing  from  eternal  love. 
Well  fupply  thy  fons  and  daughters. 
And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 

4  Who  can  faint  while  fuch  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  third  t'afluage  ? 
Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  giver. 
Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

5  Round  each  habitation  hovering. 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear. 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 
Shewing  that  the  Lord  is  near. 

6  Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 

Light  by  night,  and  fhade  by  day ; 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

7  Bleft  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Wafti'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood  ! 
Jefus,  whom  their  fouls  rely  on, 

Makes  them  kings  and  priefts  to  God- 

8  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I  through  grace  a  member  am. 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 
I  will  glory  in  thy  name. 

Newton, 

HYMN  LXXXIV.  '  Thirty-firft  Metre. 
Influences  of  the  Spirit  defired. 
I   TT*  TERNAL  Spirit,  fource  of  light, 
1  ^    Enlivening,  ccnfecrating  fire, 
Defcend,  and  with  celeftial  heat 
Oar  dull  and  frezen  hearts  infpire  ? 


A  CoHeclion.  9 1 

Our  fo,uls  refine,  our  drofs  confumc  : 
Come,  condefcehding  Spirit,  come. 

In  our  cold  breads,  O  ftrike  a  fpark 
Of  the  pure  flame  which  feraphs  feel ; 

Nor  let  us  wander  in  the  dark. 
Or  lie  benum'b  and  ftupid  ftill. 

Come,  vivifying  Spirit,  come, 

And  make  our  hearts  thy  conftant  home. 

Whatever  guilt  and  madnefs  dw«. 

We  would  not  quench  the  heavenly  fire ; 

Our  hearts  as  fuel  we  prepare, 

Though  in  the  flame  ue  (hould  expire. 

Our  breafts  expand  to  make  thee  room: 

Come,  purifying  Spirit,  come. 

Let  pure  devotion's  fervour  rife  ! 

Let  every  pious  paflion  glow ! 
O  let  the  raptures  of  the  ikies 

Kindle  in  our  cold  hearts,  below  ! 
Gome,  condefcending  Spirit,  come, 
And  make  ©ur  fouls  thy  conftant  home. 

Davies. 

HYMN  LXXXV.     Second  Metre. 

The  hlajled  Fig-tree. 

ONE  awful  word,  which  Jefus fpoke, 
Againft  the  tree  which  bore  no  fruit. 
More  piercing  than  the  lightning's  ftroke, 
Blafted  and  dry'd  it  to  the  root. 

But  could  a  tree  the  Lord  offend. 
To  make  him  (how  his  anger  thus  \ 

He  furely  had  a  farther  end — 
To  be  a  warning  word  to  us. 


<j2  The  Lord^s  Songs ^ 

5  Tht  fig-tree  by  its  leaves  was  known ; 
Bat,  having  not  a  fig  to  ftiow. 
It  brought  a  heavy  fentence  down — 
f*  Let  none  hereafter  on  thee  grow.'* 

4  Too  many,  who  the  gofpel  hear, 

Whom  Satan  blinds,  and  fin  deceives. 
We  to  this  fig-tree  may  compare  ; 
They  yield  no  fruit,  but  only  leaves. 

5  Without  the  fruit  the  Lord  expef^s 

Knowledge  will  mai^s  our  ftate  the  wqrfe  % 
The  barren  trees  he  ftiil  reje<n:s. 

And  foon  will  blaft  them  with  his  curfe. 

6  O  Lord,  unite  our  hearts  in  prayer  i 

On  each  of  us  thy  ijpiric  fend, 
That  v/e  tlie  fruits  of  grace  may  beai". 
And  find  acceptance  in  the  end. 

Newtos. 

HYMN  LXXXVL     Thirteenth  Metre. 

Refunenlon  and  Jljcenfion. 

I      \  NGELS,  roll  the  rock  away  ; 
jfjL   Death,  give  up  thy  mighty  prey  ; 
See  I   he  rifes  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 
Halieiujah. 

3  'Tis  the  Saviour;  an|;els,  raife 
Your  eternal  trump  of  praife  ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotcft  bound 
Hear  ihe  joy-infpiring  found, 
liuilelu^h. 


A  Colledion,  93 

3  Now,  ye  faints,  lift  up  your  eyes  ; 
Now  to  glory  fee  him  rife, 

In  long  triumphs  through  the  iky. 
Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high. 
Hallelujah. 

4  Heaven  difplays  her  portals  wide  : 
Mighty  Conqueror,  through  them  ride  : 
King  of  glory,  mount  thy  throne  ; 
'Tis  thy  Father's  and  thy  own. 

Hallelujah. 

5  Praife  him,  all  ye  heavenly  choirs, 
Praifc,  and  fweep  your  golden  lyres  ; 
Shout,  O  earth,  in  rapturous  fong  ; 
Let  the  ftrartis  be  fweet  and  ftrong. 

Hallelujah. 

6  Every  note  with  wonder  fweil — 

Sin  o'erthrown,  and  vanquiflied  hell  ; 
Where  is  death's  once  dreaded  king ! 
Where,  O  monfter,  is  thy  fting  ! 
Hallelujah. 

Scott,  A. 

HYMN  LXXXVII.     Firfl  Metre. 

The  happy  Change, 

1  TTOW  bleft  thy  creature  is,  O  God, 
''•XJL  When,  with  a  fingle  eye, 

He  views  the  luftre  of  thy  word. 
The  day-fpring  from  on  high  ! 

2  Through  all  the  ftorms  that  veil  the  fkies, 

And  frown  on  earthly  things, 
The  Sun  of  Righeoufnefs  he  eyes. 
With  healing  on  his  wings. 


,94  ^'^^  Lord's  Sonp, 

3  Struck  by  the  fight,  the  human  hearty 

A  barren  Toil  no  more, 
Sends  the  fv/eet  fmell  of  grace  abroad. 
Where  ferpents  lurk*d  before. 

4  The  foul,  a  dreary  province  once 

Of  Satan's  dark  domain, 
Feels  a  new  empire  formed  within. 
And  owns  a  heavenly  reign. 

5  The  glorious  orb  whofe  golden  beams 

The  fruitful  year  controul. 
Since  firft,  obedient  to  thy  word, 
He  ftarted  fronri  the  goal, 

6  Has  cheer'd  the  nations  with  the  joys 

His  orient  rays  impart ; ' 
But,  Jefus  !  'tis  thy  light  alone 
Can  Ihine  upon  the  heart. 

COWPER. 

HYMN  LXXXVIIL     Thirty-third  Metre. 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 
I   /^  LORY  to  God  on  high ! 
VJT   Let  earth  and  fkies  reply, 

Praife  ye  his  name: 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  forrov/s  bore  ; 
Sing  loud  forever  more, 
Worthy  the  Lamb. 
^  Jefus,  our  Lord  and  God, 
Bore  fin's  tremendous  load  ; 

Praife  ye  his  name  : 
Tell  what  his  arm  hath  done, 
W^hat  fpoils  from  death  he  won  5 
Sing  his  great  name  alone  j 
^^orthy  the  Larnb, 


3  While  tliey  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praiiing  his  name  ; 
Thofe  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  their  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad  ; 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

4  Join,  all  ye  ranfom'd  race, 
Our  holy  Lord  to  blefs  : 

Praife  ye  his  name  : 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noife. 
Shouting,  with  heart  and  voice. 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

5  And  let  the  hofts  above. 
In  realms  of  endlefs  love, 

Praife  his  dear  name  • 
To  him  afcribed  be 
Honour  and  majefty. 
Through  all  eternity* 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

^    HYMN  LXXXIX.       Second  Metre. 
God  ready  to  forgi've, 

1  ^  XT  HAT  mean  thefe  jealoufies  and  fearsj 

VV     As  if  the  Lord  was  loth  to  fave, 
Or  lovM  to  fee  us  drench'd  in  tears, 
And  fmk  with  forrow  to  the  grave  ? 

2  Does  he  want  flaves  to  grace  his  throne  ? 

Or  rules  he  by  an  iron  lod  ? 
Loves  he  the  deep,  defpairing  groan  ? 
Is  he  a  tyrant,  or  a  God  ? 


96  The  Lor^s  Songs ^ 

3  Not  all  the  fins  which  we  have  wrought 

So  much  his  tender  bowels  grieve, 
As  this  unkind,  injurious  thought, 
That  he's  unwilling  to  forgive. 

4  What  though  our  crimes  are  black  as  night, 
^     Or  glowing  like  the  erimfon  morn  ; 

ImmanuePs  blood  will  make  them  white' 
As  fnow  through  the  pure  ether  borne. 

5  Lord,  *tis  amazing  grace,  we  own. 

And  well  may  rebel  worms  furprlfs : 
But  was  not  thy  incarnate  Son 
A  moft  amazing  facrifice  ? 

6  **  I've  found  a  ranfom,"  faith  the  Lord  -, 

"  No  humble  penitent  fhall  die," 
Lord,  we  would  now  believe  thy  word. 
And  thy  unbounded  mercies  try. 

Stockdov. 

HYMN  XC.     Second  Mptre. 

On  opening  a  neiv  Place  of  Werjhip. 

1  A   ND  will  the  Great,  Eternal  God 
jLjL   On  earth  eftablifh  his  abode  ? 
And  will  he,  from  his  radiant  throne. 
Avow  our  temples  for  his  own  ? 

2  We  bring  the  tribute  of  our  praife. 
And  fing  that  condefcending  grace 
Which  to  our  notes  will  lend  an  ear. 
And  call  us,  fmful  mortals,  near. 

3  Our  Father's  watchful  care  we  blefs, 
Which  guards  our  fynagogues  in  peace. 
That  no  tumultuous  foes  invade, 

To  fill  our  worfhippers  with  dread. 


A  Collet  ion,  97 

4  Thefe  walls  we  to  thy  honour  raifc  : 
Long  may  they  echo  to  thy  praife  ; 
And  thou,  defcending,  fill  the  place 
With  choicell  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

5  Here  let  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train  ; 
While  power  divine  his  word  attends, 
To  conquer  foes,  and  cheer  his  friends. 

6  And  in  the  great,  decifive  day. 
When  God  the  nations  (hall  furvey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
Thoufands  were  born  to  glory  here. 

Doddridge. 

HYMN  XCI.     Thirty-firft  Metre,. 
Sung  at  the  Opening  of  the  Branch  Church  in  Salem* 

1  A    ND  wilt  thou,  Great,  Eternal  God, 
JLX   On  earth  edablifii  thine  abgde  ? 
And  wilt  thou,  from  thy  radiant  throne. 
Enter  our  temples  as  thine  own  ? 

We'll  bring  the  tribute  of  our  praife. 
And  fmg  thy  condefcending  grace. 

2  Around  thee,  here,  thy  faints  will  meet. 
And,  glad  to  take  the  loweft  feat. 
Thy  I'ibbaths,  here,  they  will  prolong. 
With  prayer,  difcourfe,  and  holy  fong  ; 
Afpire  to  rife,  and  ftill  to  rife, 

And  reach  thy  reft  above  the  fkies. 

3  Here,  great  Redeemer  !   wilt  thou  reign, 
With  ail  the  graces  of  thy  train, 
Whils  power  divine  thy  word  attends. 

To  coni'a^r  foes,  aad  cheer  thy  friends  ; 

K 


98  The  hordes  Son^s, 

V/ith  tkine  own  arm  falvation  bring, 
And  (hew  the  world  that  thou  art  King  1 

4  x\nd  in  the  great,  decifive  day, 
When  thou  the  nations  (halt  furvey  ; 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here. 
From  weaknefs  thou  doft  ftrength  ordain  ; 
From  babes  thy  firft  Hofannas  gain. 

5  Thefe  walls  we  to  thy  honour  raife  ; 
Long  may  they  echo  with  thy  praife  ,: 
And  thou,  defcending,  fill  the  place 
With  choiceft  tokens  of  thy  grace  ; 
And  here  the  Branch  of  Zioh  blefs 
With  ftrength,  and  in  this  place  give  peace. 

A. 
HYMN  XCII.        Firft  Metre. 
The  contrite  Heart, 

1  ^  I  'HE  Lord  will  happinefs  divine 

jL         On  contrite  hearts  beftow  ; 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart,  or  no  ? 

2  I  hear,  "but  feem  to  hear  in  vain, 

Infenfible  as  fteel ; 
If  ought  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feci. 

3  I  fometimes  think  myfelf  inclined 

To'love  thee,  if  I  could  ; 
But  often  feel  another  mind, 
Averfe  to  all  that*s  good. 

4  My  beft  delires  are  faint  and  few; 

I  fam  would  ftrive  for  more  ; 
But  when  1  cry,  "  My  ftrength  reneWj" 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 


.  A  Colledion.  gc) 

5  Thy  faints  are  comforted,  1  know, 

And  love  thy  houle  of  prayer ; 
I  therefore  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 

6  O  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache  j 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break, 
And  heal  it  if  it  be. 

COWPER. 

HYMN  XCIII.       Firft  Metre. 
The  Prefence  cf  God  ivorth  dying  for, 

I    T     ORD,  'tis  an  infinite  delight 
I    4  To  fee  thy  lovely  face, 

To  dwell  whole  ages  in  thy  fight, 
And  feel  thy  vital  rays. 
3  This  Gabriel  knov/s,  and  fmgs  thy  name,  ^ 
With  rapture  on  his  tongue  ; 
Mofes  the  faint  enjoys  the  lame. 
And  heaven  repeats  the  fong. 

3  While  the  bright  nations  found  thy  praife  • 

IVom  each  eternal  hill, 
Sweet  odours  of  exhaling  grace? 
The  happy  regions  fill. 

4  Thy  love ,  a  fea  without  a  (hore. 

Spreads  life  and  joy  abroad  ; 
O  'tis  a  heaven  worth  dying  for, 
To  fee  a  fmiling  God  \ 

5  Sweet  was  the  journey  to  the  ("/lj^ 

The  wonderous  prophet  tried  ; 
«  Climb  up  the  mount,''  fays  God,  ^'  and  ^^.^  i" 
Xh-  prophet  giimb'd,  and  died. 


loo  The  Lord's  Songs y 

9   Softly  his  fainting  head  he  lay 
Upon  his  Maker's  bread  ; 
His  Maker  kifs'd  his  foul  away, 
And  laid  his  fiefh  to  reft. 
7  Shew  me  thy  face,  and  Til  away 
From  all  inferior  things ; 
Speak,  Lord,  and  here  i  quit  my  clay, 
And  flFetch  my  airy  winsrs. 

Watts, 

HYMN  XCIV.       Firft  Meti^. 
Children  of  Believers  dying  in  their  Infancy. 

1  'Tn  HY  life  I  read,  my  deareft  Lord, 

X        With  tranfport  all  di\'ine  ; 
Thine  image  trace  in  every  word. 
Thy  love  in  every  line. 

2  Methinks  I  fee  a  thonfand  charms 

Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face. 
While  infants  in  thy  teiKler  arms 
Receive  the  fmiling  grace. 

3  "  I  take  thefe  little  lambs,"  faid  he; 

"  And  lay  them  in  my  bread  ; 
"  Protection  they  Ihall  find  in  me, 
"  In  me  be  ever  bleft. 

4  "  Death  may  tlie  bands  of  life  unloofe, 

"  But  can't  difiblve  my  love  : 
"  Millions  of  infant  fouls  compofe 
"  The  fumily  above. 

5  "  Their  feeble  frames  my  pov.'er  fliall  raife, 

**  And  mould  with  heavenly  fl:ill  : 
"  I'll  give  them  tongues  to  fmg  my  praifft* 
"  And  hands  to  do  my  wiil." 


'W 


A  ColleSlion,  lo: 

6  His  words  the  bappy  parents  hear, 

And  ihouc,  with  joys  divine, 
Dear  Saviour^  all  we  have  and  are 

Shall  be  forever  thine.  Stensett, 

HYMN  XCV.     Thirty.firft  Metre. 

Praife  for  Redemption, 

HAT  (hall  we  render  unto  thee. 
Thou  glorious  Lord  of  life  and  power  ? 
Teach  ns  to  bow  the  humble  knee  ; 

Teach  us  with  thankfulnefs  to  adore  ; 
To  praife  thee  as  thy  faints  above. 
To  praife  thee  for  thy  wonderous  love. 

When  like  loft  fiieep  we  wandered  wide. 
And  left  the  watchful  Shepherd's  eye  ; 

When  borne  along  th'  impetuous  tide 
Of  this  world's  fm  and  vanity  ; 

Our  Jefus  from  the  heavens  caiae  down, 

To  fave  us  by  his  grace  alone. 

He  bore  our  fms  upon  the  tree, 

(To  feek  and  fave  the  loii  he  came) 

There  was  he  bound  to  fet  us  free 
From  death  and  everlafting  fhame  : 

The  captive  flock  from  hell  was  freed, 

And  ranfom'd,  when  the  Shepherd  bled. 

Before  the  Father's  awful  throne. 
Our  merciful  High  IPrieft  he  ftands, 

And,  interceding  fur  his  own, 

The  purchas'd  remnant  now  demands ; 

His  people's  everlafting  friend. 

Who,  loving,  loves  them  to  the  end. 


X02  The  Lor (Vs  Songs ^ 

5  May  we,  his  banifli'd  ones,  rejoice, 

Him  for  our  Lord  and  God  to  own, 
To  take  him  as  our  only  choice, 

And  cleave  to  him  in  love  alone  ; 
Be  growing  up  in  holinefs, 
Then  meet  him  in  the  realms  of  blifs. 

HYMN  XCVI.     Thirty-fixth  Metre. 

Adoring  yefus. 
I    f^  COME,  let  us  join, 
\J    Together  combine. 
To  praife  our  dear  Saviour,  our  Mafter  divine, 

2  He,  worthy,  is  bleft 
By  fpirits  at  reft, 

V»^ho  once  in  this  deferthis  Godhead  confefs'd. 

3  The  Prophets  who  told 
His  fufferings  of  old, 

Singnowfweetthankfgivingsonpfalt'riesofgold. 

4  The  Fathers,  to  whom 

He  fhewM  he  would  come, 
Inow  in  his  pavilion  take  up  their  long  home. 

5  The  fpirits  of  men. 
Who  for  him  were  flain, 

From  Abel  the  righteous,  fharenow  in  his  reign. 

6  T]ie  Apoftles,  who  (lood, 
Refifting  to  blood 

Forth' witnefs of  Jefus,  are  now  with  their  God. 

7  The  Church  of  the  Lamb, 
Here  met,  do  the  fame  ; 

With  faints  &  with  angels,  they  meet  Inhisname. 

8  My  foul,  bear  a  part. 
For  ranfom'd  thou  art 

By  Jefus'  blood-fhedding,  his  burial  &  fmart. 


A  CoIleclioiL  1 03 

9  To  him  that  was  ilain, 
The  fcorn'd  Nazarene, 
Be  glory  and  honour  :  let  all  fay,  Amen. 

KYMN  XCVir.     Firft  Metre. 
God  glorious,  and  Sinners  favsj. 

1  T?  ATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  ihines ! 

r     Kow  high  thy  wonders  rife ! 
Known  through  tiie  earth  by  thoufand  figns, 
By  thoufand  through  the  fkiv^s. 

2  Thofe  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power  ; 

Their  motions  fpeak  thy  {kill  ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  ftill. 

3  But  when  we  view  thy  great  defign 

To  fave  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compaffion  join 
In  their  divinell  forms  ; 

4  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known  ; 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guefs 
Wliich  of  the  glories  brighteft  flione. 
The  julHce  or  the  grace. 

5  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  ; 
Bright  feraphs  learn  Immanuers  name, 
And  try  their  choicell  llrains. 

^  O  may  I  bear  fome  humble  part 
in  that  Immortal  fong  \ 
Wonder  and  joy  Ihall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 

Watts. 


504  The  hordes  Songs ^ 

HYMN  XCVIU.     Third  Metre, 
Saved  by  Grace, 

1  /^  RACE,  ^tis  a  charming  found, 
V_T   Harmonious  to  the  ear  ! 

Heaven  with  the  echo  fj.ail  refound, 
And  all  the  earth  (hall  hear. 

2  Grace  firft  contrived  a  way 
To  fave  rebellious  man  ; 

And  all  the  fteps  that  grace  difplay. 
Which  drew  the  wonderous  plan. 

3  Grace  firft  infcrib'd  my  name 
In  God's  eternal  book  : 

'Twas  Grace  that  gave  me  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  all  my  forrows  took. 

4  Grace  tauj^ht  my  roving  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 

And  new  fupplies  each  liour  I  meet. 
While  preffing  on  to  God. 

5  Grace  all  the  work  fhall  crov;n, 
Throup:h  everlafting  days ; 

It  lays  in  heaven  the  lopmoft  ftone. 
And  well  deferves  the  praife. 

HYMN  XCIX.     Firft.  Metre. 
The  Virtue  of  Chr'iJVs  Blood, 

1  'T'"^  HERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood; 

X     Drawn  from  ImmanuePs  veins ; 
And  fmners,  bathed  in  that  flood, 
Lofe  all  their  guilty  ftains. 

2  Dear,  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lofe  its  power, 
■  Till  all  the  ranfom'd  church  of  God 
Be  fav'd,  to  fm  no  more. 


A 'CdIledio7U  1 05 

3  E'er  fince  by  faith"  I  faw  the  ftream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  fupply, 
Redeemin*:  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  ihaii  be  till  I  die. 

4  Then  in  a  nobler,  fweeter  fong 

Til  iing  thy  power  to  fave. 
When  thisproor  lifping,  hammering  tongue 
Lies  lilent  in  the  grave. 

5  Lord,  I  believe  thou  haft  prepared 

(Unworthy  though  I  be) 
For  me  a  blood-bought,  free  reward, 
A  golden  harp  for  me. 

6  Tis  ftrung  and  tun'd  for  endlcfs  years, 

And  formed  by  power  divine, 
To  found  in  God  the  Father's  ears 
No  other  name  but  thine. 

COU'PBR. 

HYMN  C.     Firft.  Metre. 
Defiring  H&avsnly  Things. 

1  'Tn  O  thee,  my  God,  T  hourly  figh, 

X  But  not  for  golden  ftores  ; 

Nor  covet  I  the  brighteft  gems 
Oil  the  rich  eaftern  Ihores. 

2  Nor  that  deluding,  empty  joy. 

Men  call  a  mighty  name. 
Nor  greatnefs,  in  its  gayeft  form, 
My  reftlefs  thoughts  inflame. 

3  Nor  pleafure's  foft,  enticing  charms, 

My  fond  delires  allure  : 
Far  greater  things  than  earth  can  yield, 
My  wifnss  would  fecure. 


3o6  The  Lord's  Songs ^ 

4  Thofe  blifsful,  thofe  tranfporting  fmiles, 

That  brighten  heaven  above, 
The  boundiefs  riches  of  thy  grace, 
And  treafures  of  thy  love ; 

5  Thefe  are  the  mighty  things  1  crave : 

0  I   make  thefe  blefungs  mine  ; 
And  all  the  glories  of  this  world 

1  gladly  will  refign. 

HYMN  CI.     Second  Metre. 
Thejlony  Heart, 

1  f^  •   FOR  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
V_^    To  take  this  ftubborn  ftone  away. 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine. 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rent ;  the  earth  can  fliake  ; 
The  feas  can  roar  ;  the  mountains  quake  j 
Of  feeling  all  things  fhew  feme  fign. 

But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  forrows  thou  haft  felt. 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  rrelt  s 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine, 

4  Thy  judgments,  too,  unmov'd  1  hear,         s 
Amazing  thought !   which  devils  fear  ; 
Goodneis  asd  wrath  in  vain  combine 

To  ftir  this  ftupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  fomething  yet  can  do  the  deed,  - 
And  that  dear  fomething  much  I  need  ; 

O  may  thy  Spirit  now  refine 

From  drofs,  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 


A  Colknion.  107 

HYMN  CIl.     Second  Metre. 
Satan  Repulfed, 

1  ''T^^IS  falfe,  thou  vile  acculer  ;  go  ; 

X      1  ^ee  through  all  thy  thin  difguife  ; 
Back  to  thy  native  realms  beio^v, 
Thou  parent  of  deceit  and  lies. 

2  Think  not  to  drive  my  trembling  foul, 

Laden  with  guilt,  to  black  defpair  : 
Had  thou  furvey'd  the  facred  roll, 

And  found  my  name  not  written  there  I 

3  Prefumptuous  thought !   to  fix  the  bound. 

To  limit  mercy's  fovereign  reign  : 
What  other  happy  fouls  have  found, 
I'll  feek,  nor  Ihall  I  feek  in  vain. 

4  I  own  my  guilt,  my  charge  confefs. 

Nor  can  thy  malice  make  it  more ; 
Of  crimes  already  numberlefs, 

Vain  the  attempt  to  fwell  the  fcorc. 

5  Set  the  black  lift  before  my  ught ; 

While  I  reniember  Jefus  dy*d, 
'Twill  only  urge  my  fpeedier  flight 
To  feek  falvation  at  his  fide. 

6  Low  at  his  feet  I'll  caft  me  down. 

To  him  reveal  my  grief  and  fear  ; 
And  if  he  fpurns  me  from  his  throne, 
I'll  be  the  firft  Vv'ho  perifh'd  there. 

HYMN  cm.     Firft  Metre. 
TJie  Heavenly  Shepherd.     Pfalm  xxiii. 
I   ^  I  ^  HE  Lord,  my  fbepherd  and  my  guide, 
X     Will  all  my  wants  fupply  ; 
In  fafety  I  fhall  ftill  abide, 
Beneath  his  watchful  eye. 


io8  The  Lord's  Sotigs^ 

2  Amidft  the  verdant,  flowery  meads 

He  makes  my  fweet  repole  ; 
When  painM  with  thirft,  he  gently  leads 
Where  living  water  flows. 

3  If  from  his  fold  I  thoughtlefs  ftray. 

He  leads  the  wanderer  home. 

And  ihews  my  erring  feet  the  way 

Where  dangers  cannot  come. 

4  Though  haftening  to  the  fllent  tomb, 

And  death's  dark  fhades  appear  ; 
Thy  prefence,  Lord,  jfhall  cheer  the  gloom, 
And  banifh  every  fear, 

5  No  evil  can  my  foul'difmay. 

While  I  am  near  my  God  ; 
My  comfort,  my  fupport  and  ftay, 
Thy  flafF  and  guiding  rod. 

6  Thy  condant  bounties  me  furround, 

Amidft  my  envious  foes  ; 
My  favour'd  head  with  gladnefs  crown'd, 
H       My  cup^with  blefilng  flows. 

7  Thus  fliall  thy  goodnefs,  love  and  care 

Attend  my  future  days  ; 
And  I  lliall  dwell  forever  near 
My  God,  and  iing  his  praife.' 

HYMN  CIV.     Thirty-fecond  Metre. 
The  fame  SuhjeSl. 

I   '^■^HE  Lord  my  pafture  fhall  prepare, 
X     And  feed  me  with  a  fnepherd's  care ; 
His  prefence  fhall  m.y  wants  fupply. 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noon-day  walks  he  ihall  attend. 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 


A  ColIedio7U  jtog 

%  When  in  the  fultry  glebe  1  faint. 
Or  on  the  thirfty  iiiountain  pant, 
T©  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wandering  fteps  he  leads. 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  foft  and  flow, 
Aniid  the  verdant  landfkip  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread. 
With  gloomy  H-orrors  overfpread. 
My  iledfaft  heart  fhall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  ftill : 
Thy  friendly  crook  fliall  give  me  aid. 
And  guide  rae  through  the  dreadful  fiiade, 

4  Though,  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  ilray, 
Thy  bounty  ftiall  my  pains  beguile  ; 
The  barren  wildernefs  (hall  fmile, 

With  fudden  greens  and  herbage  crown* 4» 
And  ftreanas  Ihall  murmur  all  around. 

AiJiJisoifi, 

HYMN  CV.     Firli  Metre. 
Redeeming  LovCi 
i   f^  OME,  Heavenly  love,4nfpire  tny  fong 
K^   With  ah  immortal  flame  ; 
And.  teach  my  iiiaF^,  and  teach  my  tongue? 
The  Saviour's  lovely  name. 

2  Tl^e  Saviour  !  O  what  endlef^  charms     ' 
Dwell  in  the  blifsful  found  I 
Its  influence  every  fear  difarms, 
tt^od  i|>read:s  fwect  coirtfort  vound.  * 

L 


1  ro  The  Lord's  Songs, 

3  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine. 

In  rich  effuficn  flow. 
For  guilty  rebels,  loll  in  fin. 
And  doom'd  to  endlefs  woe. 

4  God*s  only  Son  (ftupendous  grace  !) 

Forfook  his  throne  above  ; 
And  fwift,  to  fave  our  wretched  race^ 
He  flew  on  wings  of  love. 

5  Th' Almighty  Former  of  the  fkics 

Stoop*d  to  our  vile  abode  ; 
While  angels  view*d  with  wondering  cyes> 
And  hail'd  th'incarnate  God. 

6  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine  ! 

Of  blifs  a  boundlefs  ftore  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine, 
I  cannot  wifii  for  more. 

7  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies  5 

Beneath  thy  crofs  I  fall ; 

*    My  Lord,  my  life,  my  facrificc, 

My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

HYMN  CVI.     Second  Metre.  , 

Unbelief  lamented, 

1  "i: XT  HEN  darknefs  long  has  veil'd  my 

VV  mind, 

And  fmiling  day  once  more  appears, 
Then,  my  Redeemer,  then  I  find 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

2  Straight  I  upbraid  my  wandering  heart, 

And  bluih  that  I  ihould  ever  be 


A  Colledion.  iii 

So  prone  to  a6l  fo  bafe  a  part, 

And  harbour  one  hard  thought  of  thee. 

3  O  !  let  me  then  at  length  be  taught. 
What  ftill  I  am  fo  flow  to  learn. 
That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not. 
Nor  knows  the  (hiidow  of  a  turn. 

4.  Sweet  truth  !  and  cafjr  to  repeat ! 

But  when  my  faith  is  (harply  try*d| 
I  find  myfelf  a  learner  yet, 

Unflcilfftl,  weak,  and  apt  to  Aide. 

5  But,  O  I  my  Lord,  one  look  from  the€ 
Subdues  the  difobedient  will, 
Drives  doubt  and  difcontent  away. 
And  thy  rebellious  worm  is  ftill. 

^  Thou  art  as  willing  to  forgive, 
As  I  am  ready  to  repine  ; 
Thou,  therefore,  all  the  praife  receive  ; 
Be  Ihame,  and  felf-abhorrence,  mine. 

Cowpkr; 

HYMN  CVII.     Firft  Metre. 
Encouragement  to  trujl  and  hve  God,       Pf.  xxxiv, 

1  T^  ROUGH  all  the  changing  fccnes  of  life, 

JL      In  trouble  and  in  joy,  ^ 

The  praifes  of  my  God  Ihall  ftill  .'-T 

My  heart  and  tongue  employ.         * 

2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boaft, 

Till  all,  who  are  diftreft, 
From  my  example  comfort  take. 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  reft. 


112  The  Lord's  Son^s^ 

3  The  hofts  of  God  encatinp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  juft  ; 
Protedlion  he  affords  to  all 

Who  make  his  name  tljeir  truflc 

4  O  make  but  trial  of  his  love, 

Experience  will  decide 
How  bleft  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Wlio  in  his  truth  confide. 

5  Fear  him',  ye  faints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  elfe  to  fear  ; 
Make  you  his  fervlce  your  delight ; 
Your  wants  fltall  be  his  care. 

6  While  hungry  lions  lack  their  prey. 

The  Lord  will  food  provide 
For  them  that  put  their  truft  in  him. 
And  fee  their  needs  fupply'd. 

TatEc 


HYMN  eVIII.     Thirty-fifth  Metre. 

j^^awjl  Hopit  lelie'vlng  in  Hope.  Hab.  iii.  17,  18. 

I      A    WAY,  my  unbelieving  fear  ! 

Jr\.  Let  fear  in  me  no  more  take  place  1 


tt 


My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear; 

He  hides  the  brightnefs  of  his  face 
But  fhall  I  therefore  let  him  go. 

And  bafely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  ftrength  of  Jefus,  no  1 

I  never  will  give  up  my  fhield. 


A  Cdkeilon.  113 

t  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil. 
The  withering  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 

The  field  illude  the  tiller's  toil ; 
The  empty  ftall  no  herd  afford, 

And  perifli  all  the  bleating  race  j 
Yet  I  will  triumph  in  the  Lord, 

The  God  of  my  falvation  praife. 

3  Away,  each  unbelieving  fear  ; 

Let  fear  to  cheering  hope  give  place ; 
My  Saviour  w/7/at  length  appear, 

And  fhow  the  brightnefs  of  his  face. 
Though  now  my  profpecfls  all  be  croft. 

My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  fee, 
Still  I  will  in  my  Jefus  truft, 

Whofe  boundlefs  love  can  reach  to  me, 

4  In  hope,  believing  againft  hope, 

His  promised  mercy  will  I  claim  ; 
His  gracious  word  fhall  bear  me  up, 

To  feek  falvation  in  his  name  : 
Soon^  my  dear  Saviour^  brin^  it  nigh  I 

My  foul  fhall  then  outftrip  the  wind  ; 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  hiq-h. 

And  leave  the  world  and  fin  behind. 

HYMN  CIX.     Second  Metre.  ^ 

Defpair  prevsnted. 
I  T    ORD,  didft  thou  die,  but  not  for  me  ? 
JLj   Am  I  forbid  to  truft  thv  blood  ? 
Halt  thou  not  pardons,  rich  and  free  ? 
And  grace,  an  overwhelming  flood  ? 
L2 


1 14  T/je  Lord's  Songs^ 

3  Who  then  fliall  drive  my  trembling  foul 
From  tru^  in  thee  to  dark  defpair  ? 
Who  has  lury^ey'd  the  facred  roll, 

And  found  my  name  not  written  there  ^ 

3  Prefumptuous  thought  !   to  fix  the  bound^. 

To  limit  mercy^s  fovereign  reign  ! 
What  other  happy  fouls  have  found, 
PU  feek,  nor  (hall  I  feek  in  vain. 

4  I  d\vn  my  guilt,  my  fins  confefs  : 

Can  men  or  devils  make  them  more  I 
Of  crimes  already  numberlefs, 

Vain  the  attempt  to  fwell  the  fcore. 

5  Were  the  black  lift  before  my  fight, 

.  While  I  remember  thoii  haft  dy'd, 
'Twould  only  urge  my  fpeedier  flighty 
To  feek  faivation  at  thy  fide, 

6  Xow  at  thy  feet  Pll  caft  me  down. 

To  thee  reveal  my  guilt  and  fear  ; 

And,  if  thou  fpurn  me  from  thy  throne, 

„ril  be  the  fiirft  who  perifh'd  there. 

HYMN  ex.     Twenty-firft  Metre, 
The  Rock  of  Ages »  Ifalah  xxvi.  4. 

I    "O  OCK  of  Ages,  flielter  me; 
^X\.    Let  me  hide  myfelf  in  thee  L' 
Otet  the  water  and  the  blood. 
From  thy  wounded  fide  which  flow^d^ 
Be  of  fm  the  double  cure  : 
Cleanfe  me  from  its  guilt  and  powen 


A  Colk5lkn*  115 

%  Not -the  labour  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  the  law's  del^iands  ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  refplte  know. 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Ail  for  fin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thoii  muft  fave,  and  thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  thy  crofs  I  cling  ; 
Naked,  come  to  thee  for  drefs, 
Helplefs,  look  to  thee  for  grace  ; 
Black,  1  to  the  fountain  fly  ; 
Wafli  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die  ! 

4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 

When  my  eye-firings  break  in  deaths  , 

When  1  foar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment  throne  ; 
Rock  of  Ages,  fnelter  me  ; 
Let  me  hide  myfelf  in  thee  ! 

ToPLAcr. 

HYMN  CXI.     Second  Metre. 
Remembering  all  the  Way  the  Lord  has  led  me. 

1  'HP'  HUS  far  my  God  has  led  me  on, 

X    And  made  his  truth  and  mercy  known j 
My  hopes  and  fears  alternate  rife. 
And  comforts  mingle  with  my  fighs. 

2  Through  this  wide  wildernefs  I  roam, 
Far  diftant  from  my  blifsful  home  -, 
Lord,  let  thy  prefence  be  my  ft  ay. 
And  guard  me  in  this  dangerous  way. 


ii6  The  Lord^s  Sojtgs^ 

3  Temptations  every  where  annoy, 
And  fins  and  fnares  my  peace  deftroy  ; 
My  earthly  joys  are  from  me  torn, 
And  ott  an  abfent  God  1  mourn. 

4  My  foul,  with  various  tempefts  tofs*d, 
Her  hopes  o'erturn'd,  her  projects  crofs'd, 
Sees  every  day  new  ftraits  attend. 

And  wonders  where  the  fcene  will  end. 

5  Is  this,  dear  Lord,  that  thorny  road, 
Which  leads  us  to  the  mount  of  God  ? 
Are  thefe  the  toils  thy  people  know. 
While  in  the  wildernefs  below  ? 

6  *Tis  even  fo  ;  thy  faithful  love 
Doth  all  thy  children*s  graces  prove  ; 
*Tis  thus  our  pride  and  felf  muft  fall, 
That  Jefus  may  be  all  in  all. 

Fawcett. 

HYMN  CXir.     Thirty-eighth  Metre. 
Privileges  of  the  Sons  of  God. 

1  "in  LESSED  are  the  fons  of  God  ; 

iJ     They  are  bought  with  Jef«s'  blood  } 
They  are  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  ; 
Life  ej:ernal  they  fhall  have  ; 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Now,  and  through  eternity  I 

2  God  did  love  them  in  his  Son, 
Long  before  the  world  begun ; 
They  the  feal  of  this  receive 
When  on  Jefus  they  believe  : 


A  ColIeSIion.  iiy 

With  tlicm  number'd  may  we  be. 
Now,  and  through  eternity  ! 

z  They  arc  juftifyM  by  grace, — 
Show  the  works  of  righteon^nefs  ; 
Bom  of  God,  they  cannot  fin  ; 
God's  pure  feed  remains  within  : 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Now,  and  through  eternity  ! 

4  They  have  fellowfhip  with  God, 
Through  the  Mediator's  blood  : 
One  with  God,  through  Jefus  one. 
Glory  is  in  them  begun  : 

With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Now,  and  through  eternity  I 

5  Though  they  fufter  much  on  earth, 
Sirangcrs  to  the  worldHng*s  mirth. 

Yet  they  have  an  inward  joy,  - 

Pleafures  which  can  nevef  cloy  : 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be. 
Now,  and  through  eternity  ! 

6  They  alone  are  truly  bleft, 

Heirs  of  God,  joint  heirs  with  Chrlft  ; 
All  their  fins  are  wafn'd  away, 
They  fliall  (land  iti  God's  great  day  ; 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Now,  and  through  eternity  ! 

Humphreys, 


X I S  The  Lord's  Songs, 

HYMN  CXIII.     Fourth  Metre. 
ye/us  feen  of  Angels.     I  Tim.  iii.  x6, 
I    f^  YE  immortal  throng 

V-/     Of  angels,  round  the  throne, 
Join  with  our  feeble  fong, 

To  make  the  Saviour  known  : 
On  earth  yc  knew 
His  wonderous  grace ; 
His  beauteous  face 
In  heaven  ye  view. 

z  Ye  faw  the  heaven-born  Child 
In  human  flefli  arrayM, 
Benevolent  and  mild. 

While  in  the  manger  laid  ; 
And  praife  to  God, 
And  peace  on  earth. 
For  fuch  a  birth, 
Protlaim'd  aloud. 

5  Ye  in  the  wildernefs 

Beheld  the  tempter  fpoilM  ; 
Well  known  in  every  drefs. 
In  every  combat  foiled  ; 
And  joy'd  to  crown 
%    The  Vi<5lor's  head, 
When  Satan  fled 
Before  his  frown. 

4  Around  the  bloody  tree 

Ye  prefs'd  with  ftrong  defire,' 
That  wonderous  fight  to  fee, 
The  Lord  of  life  expire ; 


A  Colk6lion.  119 

And  could  your  eyes 
Have  known  a  tear. 
Had  drop'd  it  there 
la  fad  furpriie. 

Around  his  facred  tomb 

A  willing  watch  ye  keep, 
Till  the  bleft  moment  come 
To  roufe  him  from  his  ileep  ; 
Then  rolPd  the  ftone, 
And  all  ador'd 
Your  rifmg  Lord, 
With  joy  unknown. 

When  all  arrayM  in  light 

The  ihining  Conqueror  rode, 
Ye  hail'd  his  rapturous  flight 
Up  to  the  throne  of  God  ; 
And  wav'd  around 
Your  golden  wings, 
And  ftruck  your  firings, 
Of  fweeteft  found. 

The  warbling  notes  purfue. 

And  louder  anthems  raife  ; 
While  mortals  fmg  with  you 
Their  own  Redeemer's  praife  : 
And  thou,  my  heart, 
With  equal  flame, 
And  joy^  the  fame, 
Performji  part. 

Doddridge. 


2  2©  The  hordes  Songs ^ 

HYMN  CXIV.     Seventh  Metre. 
'  Melchifcdek. 

1  TT^INGof  Salem,  blefs  my  foul! 
Xv-   Make  a  wounded  fmner  whole  % 
King  of  righteoufnefs  and  peace, 
Let  not  thy  fweet  viflts  ceafe  ! 

2  Come  !  refrefli  this  foul  of  mine 
With  thy  facred  bread  and  wine  ! 
All  thy  love  to  me  unfold, 
Half  of  which  cannot  be  told. 

3  Hail,  Melchifedek,  divine  ! 

Thou,  great  High-Prieft,  (halt  be  mine  % 

Ail  my  powers  before  thee  fall  ; 

Not  the  tithe,  Lord^  take  my  all !  ^ 

HYMN  CXV.     Firft  Metre; 
Laying  .vp  Trea/urt  in  Heavetti, 

1  'XT'ES,  there  are  joys  that  cannot  die^ 

X     With  God  laid  up  in  ftore  ; 
Treafures  beyond  the  changing  fky> 
Brighter  than  golden  ore. 

2  The  feeds,  which  piety  and  love 

Have  fcatter'd  here  below, 
In  the  fair  fertile  fields  above 
To  ample  harvefts  grow. 

3  The  mite  my  willing  hands  can  give, 

At  jefus'  feet  I  lay  ;^^ 
Grace  fhall  the  humble.  gi6  receive  ; 
And  grace  at  lalt  repay. 


A  Colfedm.  121 

HYMN  CXVI.     Second  Metre. 
Irmmttahility  of  God, 

1  /"^  REAT  Former  of  this  various  frame, 
VJT    Our  fouls  adore  thine  awful  name  ; 
And  bow  atid  tremble,  while  they  praife 
The  Antient  of  eternal  days. 

2  Thon,  Lord,  wirh  unfurpris'd  furvey, 
SawMl  nature  rifmg  yefterday  ; 
And,  as  to-morrow,  fliail  thine  eye 
See  earth  and  ftars  in  ruin  lie. 

3  Beyond  an  angePs  vifion  bright. 
Thou  dvcelPfl:  in  feif-exitlent  light  ; 
Which  fhines  with  nndiminifh'd  ray, 
While  funs  and  woilds  in  fmoke  decays 

4  Our  days  a  tranfient  period  run, 
And  change  with  every  circling  fun  ; 
And  in  the  firmeft  ftatc  we  boaft, 

A  .'  loth  can  crufh  us  into  duft. 

5  But  let  the  creatures  fall  around  ; 
Let  death  confign  us  to  the  ground  j 
Let  the  lail  general  flame  arife, 
And  melt  the  arches  of  the  fkies  : 

6  Calm  as  the  fum^ner's  ocean,  we 
Can  all  the  wreck  of  nature  fee. 
While  grace  fecures  us  an  abode, 
Unfhakcn  as  the  throne  of  God. 

DODDRIDGF. 

M 


1^22  The  Lord's  Sonp^ 

HYMN  CXVIT.     Second  Metre. 
The  Loving- klndnefs  af  the  Lord.     Ifaiah  vi,  3,  7^ 

1  \  WAKE,  my  foul,  with  joyi"ul  lays, 
jLX.  And  fing  thy  great  Redeemer's  prai£ej 
He  juftly  claims  a  foRg  from  me  ; 

His  loving-kindnefs,  O  how  free  ! 

2  He  faw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall. 

Yet  lov'd  me,  notwithftanding  all  ; 
He  fav'd  me  from  my  loft  eftate  : 
His  loving-kindnefs,  O  how  great  ! 

2  Though  numerous  hofts  of  mighty  foes. 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppofe. 
He  fafely  leads  my  foul  along  : 
His  loving-kindnefs,  O  how  iTrong  ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud. 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud. 
He  n^ar  my  foul  has  always  Rood  : 
His  loving-kindnefs,  O  how  goed  ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  fmful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jelus  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindnefs  changes  not  i 

6  Soon  r  muft  pafs  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  ray  mortal  powers  muft  fail: 
Oh  !  may  my  laft  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindnefs  f]ng  in  death  ! 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  foar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endlefs  day. 
And  fmg,  with  rapture  and  furprife, 
His  loving-kindnefs  in- the  ikiies. 


A  Colledton.  123 

HYMN  CXVIII.     Second  Metre. 
Providence, 
I  »T-^  HY  ways,  O  Lord,  with  wife  defigu, 
X     Are  framM  upoii  thy  throne  above. 
And  every  dark  or  :tjp^nding  line 
Meets  in  the  centra  of  thy  love. 

3  With  feeble  light,  and  half  obfcure, 

Poor  mortals  thy  arrangements  view, 
Not  knowing  that  th«  leaft  are  fure. 
And  the  myfterious,  juft  and  true. 

5  Thy  fiock,  thy  own  peculiar  care, 

Though  now  they  feem  to  roam  uiKy'd? 
Are  led  or  driven  only  where 
They  be  ft  and  fafeft  may  abide. 

4  They  neither  know  nor  trace  the  way  ; 

Bat,  trufting  to  thy  piercing  eye. 
None  of  their  feet  to  ruin  ftray, 
Nor  fhall  the  weakeft  fail  or  die. 

5  My  favour'd  foul  fhall  meekly  learn 

To  lay  her  reafon  at  thy  throne  ; 
Too  weak  thy  fecrets  to  difcern, 
I'll  truft  thee  for  ray  guide  alone. 

HYMN  CXIX.     Firft  Metre. 

The  BkJJings  of  Providence  and  Grace, 

Ir      A    LMIGHTY  Father,  gracious  Lord, 
jLjL   Kind  guardian  of  my  days. 
Thy  mercies  let  my  heart  record 
In  fougs  of  grateful  praifc. 


^4 


The  hordes  Songs^ 


z  Each  rolling  year  new  favours  brouglit 
From  thy  exhauftlefs  ilore  ; 
iDat,  ah  !  in  vain  my  labouring  thoughc 
Would  co.unt  thy  mercies  o'er. 

3  While  fweet  refle<5lIon,  through  my  days 

Thy  bounteous  hand  v/ould  trace  ; 
Still  dearer  blellings  claim  my  praife— 
Tag  blellings  of  thy  grace. 

4  Yes,  I  adore  thee,  gracious  Lord, 

For  favours  more  divine  ; 
That.  I  have  known  thy  facred  word^ 
Where  all  thy  glories  fhine. 

5  Lord,  when  this  rnortal  frame  decays. 

And  every  weaknefs  dies. 
Complete  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
And  raife  me  to  the  fkles. 

6  Then  (hall  my  joyful  powers  unitc^ 

in  more  exalted  lays. 
And  join  the  happy  fons  of  light 
In  everlaiting  praife. 

Mrs.  Steels. 

HYMN  CXX.     Second  Metre. 

Trujl  in  God  in  D'ificulty, 

J   TXT  HY,  O  my  heart,  thefe  anxious  cares? 
W   Why  thefe  tumultuous,  fick'ning  fears? 
Why  thus,  all  penfive  and  forlorn, 
Poft  thou  thy  thickening  troubles  mourn  I 


A  CGile6iion*  t^g 

&  When  threatening  ftorms  around  thee  rife 
And  lowering  tenipefts  fpread  the  fkies, 
On  God,  my  foul,  thy  burden  eaft, 
And  feek  in  him  a  peaceful  reft. 

3  If  falfehood  and  deceit  abound, 
And  envy's  darts  in  fecret  wound. 
If  earthly  fprings  of  comfort  dry* 
And  every  blooming  joy  fhould  die } 

4  Silent  I'll  bear  thy  chaftening  rod. 
Thy  juft  difpleafure,  O  my  God  ! 
On  thee  Pll  wait  with  eager  eyes. 

To  thee  my  prayer  with  hope  ihall  rife. 

I  Yes,  I  (hall  hear  thy  cheering  voice  ; 
In  thee  my  foul  fhall  yet  rejoice  j 
Thou  wilt  reveal  thy  fmiling  face, 
And  hence  thefe  gloomy  horrors  chafe. 

6  Thou  art  my  Saviour,  thou  my  God  ! 
Thy  grace  will  I  proclaim  abroad  ; 
That  grace  which  bears  my  guilt  away, 
And  turns  the  blacked  night  to  day. 

HYMN  CXXI.     Thirty-ninth  Metre. 
The  New  Birth. 
1   XXT  AK'D  by  the  gofpePs  joyful  found, 
V  V    My  foul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  fourtd, 
Expos'd  to  endlefs  woe  ; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
The  finner  muft  be  born  again> 
Or  elfe  to  ruin  go» 

M  2 


126  The  Lord^s  Songs, 

2  Siirpns'd  I  was,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  mini  the  gates  of  hell. 

For  they  were  drawing  near  ; 
I  ftrove,  indeed,  but  all  in  vain — 
The  fmnsr  muft  be  born  again. 

Still  founded  in  my  ear. 

3  Then  to  the  law  I  flew  for  help, 
But  (till  the  weight  of  guilt  I  felt. 

And  no  relief  was  found  : 
While  death  eternal  gave  mc  pain — 
The  fmner  mufl  be  born  again — 

Did  loud  as  thunder  found. 

4  God*s  juftice  now  I  did  behold, 
And  fm  lay  heavy  on  my  foul— r- 

It  was  a  heavy  load  : 
I  read  ray  Bible,  it  was  plain. 
The  fmner  muft  be  born  again, 

Or  feel  the  wrath  of  God. 

^  I  heard  fonie  tell  how  Chrift  did  give 
Hi?  life  to  let  the  fmner  live. 

But  him  I  could  not  fee  : 
This  folemn  truth  did  Rill  remain? 
The  fmner  muft  be  born  again. 

Or  dwell  ia  mifery. 

6  But  as  my  foul  with  dying  breath, 
Lay  gafping  in  eternal  death, 

Chrift  Jefus  I  did  fpy  : 
Free  grace  and  pardon  he  proclaimed. 
The  fmner  now  is  born  again. 
With  rapture  I  did  cry. 


ji  Colledion.  I2f 

7  The  angels  in  the  world  above, 
And  faints,  are  witnefs  to  the  love^ 

Which  then  my  foul  enjoy*d  ; 
My  foul  (iid  mount  upon  faith's  wing. 
And  glory,  ^lory,  I  did  fmg, 

To  Jefas  Chrift,  my  Lord. 

8  Come,  needy  fmners,  hear  me  tell 
What  love  and  grace  in  Jefus  dwellj, 

How  mercy  doth  abound  : 
Let  none  of  mercy  doubting  (land, 
Since  I  the  chief  of  fmners  am, 

And  I  have  mercy  found. 

9  Are  you  a  /inner  ?  fo  am  I : 

It  was  for  fmners  Chrift  did  die — •■ 

His  precious  life  laid  down  ; 
He  is  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
For  I  the  chief  of  fmners  am. 

And  I  have  mercy  found. 

30  O  come,  the  love  of  Jefus  try; 
Repent,  believe,  and  grace  is  nigh, 

His  mercy  will  you  erown  : 
Defy  the  tempter,  feek  the  Lambj 
For  I  the  chief  of  finners  am, 

Yet  I  have  mercy  found. 

1 1  O  eome  to  Jefus,  finners  all, 
And  at  his  feet  repenting  fall ; 

He  will  not  on  you  frown  : 
Sinners,  why  will  you  doubting  ftand? 
Since  I  the  chief  of  finners  am, 

Yet  I  have  merey  found. 

OCKUM, 


liS  The  Lord's  So?igs J 

HYMN  CXXII.     Thirty-ninth  Metre. 
The  Sufferings  of  Chnjl,      . 

1  'T'^HROUGHOUT   ihe  Saviour's  life  I 

X  trace 

Nothing  but  (hame  and  deep  difgracc  ; 

No  period  elle  is  leen  ; 
Till  he  a  Ipotlefs  victim  fell, 
Tailing  in  foul  a  painful  hell, 
Caus'd  by  the  creature's  fin. 

2  On  the  cold  ground  methfnks  I  fee 
My  ^^tixi.'i  kneel  and  pray  for  me  ; 

For  this  I  him  adore  : 
Seiz'd  v^^ith  a  chilly  fweat  throughout, 
Blood-drops  did  force  their  palTage  out, 

Through  every  opening  pore. 

3  The  piercing  thorns  his  temples  bore. 
His  back  with  lafhes  all  they  tore. 

Till  one  the  bones  miglit  fee  ; 
Mocking  they  puOi'd  him  here  and  there, 
^Marking  his  way  with  blond  and  tear, 

Prefs'd  by  the  heavy  tree. 

4  Thus  up  the  hill  he  painful  c?.me, 

Round  him  they  moek'd    and  made   their- 
game  ; 

At  length  his  crofs  they  rear:  — 
And  can  you  fee  the  mighty  God, 
Cry  out  beneath  fm's  heavy  load, 

Without  one  thankful  tear  \ 


A  ColleWon,  129 

5  Thus,  veiled  in  humanity, 

He  dyM  in  anguifh  on  the  tree  ; 

What  tongue  his  grief  can  tell !  ' 
The  fhuddermg  rocks  their  heads  recline. 
The  mourning  fun  refus'd  to  lliine> 

When  the  Creator  fell. 

6  Thus  was  the  fun  in  darknefs  veil'd 
When  Chrift  upon  the  crofs  was  nail'd; 

The  painful,  curfed  tree  ; 
He  Cgh'd,  he  groan'd,  'Tis  itnifliM  now. 
And  then  his  glorious  head  did  bow, 

And  ihook  Mount  Calvary* 

7  Shout,  brethren,  (hout  in  fongs  divine  ; 
He  drank  the  gall  to  give  us  wine, 

To  quench  our  parching  third  ; 
Seraphs,  advance  your  voices  higher, 
Bride  of  the  Lamb,  unite  the  choir, 

And  laud  thy  precious  Chrift. 

OCKUW. 

HYMN  CXXIII.     Fortieth  ^etre. 
The  Great  HarveJI, 

1  "Tn  HE  field  it  is  white,  the  great  harvefi: 

JL       is  near,   n 
The  reapers  do  a,ll  with  fharp  flckles  appear; 
For  to  reap  down  the  wheat,  and  gather  it  to 
barn,  '  [bum. 

Whilft  the  wild  plants  of  nature'  are  left  out  to 

2  Come  then,  O  my  foul !  meditate  on  the  day 
When  all  things  of  nature  ihall  fail  to  decay> 


130  The  Lord^s  Songs ^ 

When  the  trumpet  (hall  found,   and  the  angcj 

appears  :  [the   tares. 

For  to  reap  ail  the  earth,  both  the  wheat  and 

3  Behold,  the  Lord  cometh!  before  every  eye, 
The  glorious  Redeemer  moves  on  through  the 

iky  ; 
In  a  chariot  of  fire  to  the  earth  he  is  bound, 
With  his  myriads  of  Angels  attending  around* 

4  Now  hear  the  fad  cry,  which  doth  reach  to 

the  fky, 
Ofthofe  in  diftrefs,  who  have  no  where  to  fly; 
To  the  rocks  and  the  mountains,   upon  them 

to  fall,  [call. 

For  to   cover  and  hide  them,  in  anguifh  they 

5  In  vain  do  they  cry,  for  the  mountains  they 

flee,  [Ihall  he; 

The  rocks  drive  like  hallftones,   and  no   more 
And  the  earth  it  doth  ihake,  and  the  feas  they 

retire, 
And  the  folid  world  all  is  now  kindling  on  fire. 

j5  But  hear  the  kind  Judge,  who,  amidft  thefe 
alarms,  [my  arms, 

Saith,  "  Gather  my  faints  ;  bring  them  firft  to 

*'  That  the  feven  laft  plagues  may  be  pour'd 
out  on  thofe 

'*  Who  blafpbemed  my  name,  and  my  faints 
did  cppofe.'-' 


A  Colledion.  131 

«;  '*Come  hither,  ye  nations,  yourfentcnce  re- 
ceive ; 

My  Spirit  no  longer  (kail 'ftrive,  wait,  and  grieve, 

For  my  judgment  is  clear,  and  my  fentence  is 
juil  ;  Icurji:' 

Now,    Come    hiiher,  ye  blejfed :    depart  hence,  ye 

S  O  fmners,  take  warning !    regard  not  thefe 

words  [Lord's  ; 

As  words  of  one  mocking,  for  they  are  the 

And  the   men  who   do  good  in  his  kingdom 

fhall  dwell, 
But  they  all  who  do  ill,  (hall  be  caft  into  heJL 

A. 
KYMN  CXXIV.     Firft  Metre. 
Pra'tfe  for  the  Hope  of  Grace, 
I  T  SOJOURN  in  a  vale  of  tears: 
X    Alas  !  how  can  I  ling  ? 
My  haj-p  dcth  on  the  willows  hang, 
Untun'd  in  every  firing. 

a  My  mufic  is  a  captive's  chain  ; 
Karfh  founds  my  ears  do  fill  ; 
How  ihall  I  fmg  fweet  Zion's  fongs 
On  this  fide  Zion's  hill. 

5  Yet,  lo  :   I  hear  a  joyful  found — 
Surely  I'll  quickly  come  ! 
Each  word  much  fweetnefs  doth  diftil, 
Like  a  full  honey-comb. 

4  And  doft  thou  come,  my  deareft  Lord  I 
And  doft  thou  furely  come  ? 
And  doft  thou  furely  quickly  .come  ? 
Methinks  I  am  at  home. 


1  g  2  The  hordes  Songs , 

5  Come,  then,  my  deareft,  dcarpft  Lord^ 

My  fweeteft,  fuicft  friend  : 
Corne,  for  1  loath  thefe  Kedar-tents  ! 
The  fiery  charic^fend. 

6  What  have  I  in  this  barren  land  ? 

My  Jefus  is  not  here  ; 
Mine  eyes,  will  ne'er  be  bleft  until 
My  Jefus  doth  appear. 

7  My  Jefus  is  gone  up  to  heaven 

To  get  a  place  for  me  ; 
For  'lis  his  will,  that  where  lie  is 
There  Ihould  his  fervants  be. 

8  Canaan  I  view  from  Pifgah's  top. 

Of  Canaan's  grapes  I  taile  ; 
My  Lord,  who  fends  unto  me  here. 
Will  fend  for  me  at  lail. 

9  I  have  a  God  that  chai%eth  net  ; 

Why  ihould  I  be  perpiext  ? 
My  God,  that  owns  me  in  this  world. 
Will  own  me  in  the  next. 

lo  Fear  not  the  trump's  earth-rending  found j 
Dread  not  the  day  of  doom  : 
For  he,  my  foul,  who  is  thy  judge. 
Thy  Saviour  is  become. 


HYMN  CXXV.     Fifth  Metre. 

Help  in  Thne  of  Need. 

NLESS  the  Lord  had  been  my  ftay, 
th  trembling  joy  my  foul  may  fay»- 
My  cruel  foe  had  gain'd  his  end  ; 


UNLE 
Wit 


A  Collecimu  1-3  3,- 

But  he  appeared  for  my  relief, 
And  Satan  fees,  with  ihTivcit  and  grief, 
That  1  have  an  Almighty  Fri<?ud. 

2  Ob  !   'twas  a  dark  and  trying  hour, 
When,  harafsM  by  the  tempter's  power^ 

i  felt  my  ftrongeft  hopes  decline  i 
You  only  who  have  known  his  arts. 
You  only  who  have  felt  his  darts. 

Can  pity  fuch  a  cafe  as  mine. 

3  Loud  in  my  ears  a  charge  he  read. 
My  confcience  wimefs'd  all  lie  faid, 

My  long  black  lift  of  outward  fin  ; 
Then,  bringing  forth  my  heart  to  view» 
Too  well  what's  hidden  there  he  knew, 

He  Ihew'd  me  ten  times  worfe  within* 

4  *Tis  all  too  true,  my  fcul  replyM, 
But  1  remember  Jefus  dy'd. 

And  now  he  fills  a  throne  of  grace  j 
I'll  go,  as  I  have  done  before. 
His  mercy  I  may  ftill  implore  ; 

I  have  his  promlfe,  **  Seek  my  face.'* 

5  But  as,  when  fudden  fogs  arife, 

The  trees  and  hills,  the  fun  and  fkies. 

Are  all  at  once  conceal'd  from  view  j 
So  clouds  of  horror,  black  as  n-ight. 
By  Satan  rais'd,  hid  from  my  fight 
The  throne  of  grace  and  prcmii^  too, 


134  ^>^^  Lord's  Songs ^ 

6  Then,  while  befet  with  guilt  and  fear. 
He  try'd,  to  urge  me  to  defpair; 

He  try'd  and  he  almoft  prevailed  5 
But  Jcfus,  by  a  heavenly  ray, 
Drove  clouds,  and  guilt,  and  fear,  away. 
And  all  the  tempt«r's  malice  fail'd. 

Newtom# 

HYMN  CXXVr.       Sixth  Metre. 

T/j£  Midnight  Cry, 
t   'VT'E  virgia  fouls,  arife  ; 

X     With  all  the  dead  awake  ; 
Unto  falvation  wife, 

Oil  in  your  vefTels  take  : 
Upftarting  at  the  midnight  cry, 
Behold  your  heavenly  bridegroom  nigh. 

2  He  comes,  he  corner  to  catt 

The  nations  to  his  bar. 
And  take  to  glory  all 
Who  meet  for  glory  are  : 
Make  ready  for  your  free  reward, 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord. 

3  Go,  meet  him  in  the  (ky, 

Your  everlafting  friend : 
Your  head  to  glorify. 

With  all  his  faints  afcend  : 
Ye  pure  in  heart,  obtain  the  grace 
To  fee,  without  a  veil,  his  face. 

4  Ye  that  have  here  received 

The  undion  from  above, 


A  CoUeHion*  135 

And  in  his  Spirit  liv'd. 
And  thirfted  for  his  love  ; 
Jefus  (hall  claim  you  for  his  bride  ; 
Rejoice  with  all  the  fandify'd. 

5  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope 

Of  that  great  day  unknown. 
When  you  fhall  be  caught  up 
To  ftand  before  his  throne  ; 
CalPd  to  partake  the  marriage-feaft. 
And  lean  on  our  Ixpmanuers  breaft. 

6  The  eveflafting  doors 

Shall  foon  the  faints  receive, 
Above  thofe  angel  powers 

In  glorious  joy  to  live  ; 
Far  from  the  world  of  grief  and  fm. 
With  God  eternally  fhut  in. 

7  Then  let  us  wait  to  hear 

The  trumpet's  welcome  found  ; 
To  fee  our  Lord  appear, 

May  we  be  -watching  found  ! 
EnrobM  in  righteoufnefs  divine, 
In  which  the  bride  (hall  ever  fliine, 

TOPLABY. 

HYMN  CXXVU.     Forty.fecond  Metre. 
The  Nenv  Jerufakm. 

THEIR  fongs  of  love  they  fing  above, 
And  why  not  we  like  them  f 
No  tongue  be  damb,  for  we  are  come. 
To  th'  New  Jerufalem. 


S^^  The  'Lord's^Gngs, 

2  All  clothM  in  white,  and  flilning  Wght> 

Garments  of  righreoufners  ; 
Girdles  of  gold  our  loins  do  hold. 
And  bind  on  faft  our  drefs. 

3  We  (land  upon  the  vaft  ocean. 

The  glaify,  fiery  fea  ; 
The  blood  of  Chrift,  our  Great  High  Pried, 
The  Spirit  doth  apply, 

4  We'll  toijch  the  golden  harps  of  God, 

With  wire  immortal  ftrong  :  "♦ 

And  we  will  nng  to  our  great  King, 
We'll  iing  the  l4amb*s  new  fong. 

5  Thanks  be  to  thee  for  th Victory, 

We  have  ©btain'd  o'er  fm  : 
And,  Father^  thou  haft  made  us  more 
Than  conquerors  through  him  I 

6  Glory  to  God  the  Father  be. 

Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  to  God  the  Holy  Ghoft, 
Giory  to  God  alone. 

A. 

HYMN  CXXVUL     Forty-third  Metre. 

T/:e  Prelude. 

I    'T^"^  O  you  it  is  fpoken,  ye  virgins ;  be  watch- 

X        ful>  [to  die ; 

And  ftrcngthen  the  things  that  are  ready 

Your  loins  let  be  girded,  your  lamps  trim'd 

and  burning,  C^igh. 

For  fee,  all  around  you  proclaim,  He  is 


A  CoIIeSiion,  1 37 

t  Now  tumult  and  dreadful  commotions  are 

making,  [{laughter  prepare  ; 

And    kingdoms   *gainft   kingdoms     dire 

The  powers  ordained  of  heaven  are  fiiaking. 

And  men*s  anxious  bofoms  are  troubled 

with  fear. 

3  Great  Babel,  who,  on  many  waters  enthroned, 

Long  faid  in  her  heart,  as  a  Queen  I  fhall 

reign ;  [moan  her, 

Her  merchants,  now  ftandmg  afar  off,   be* 

And,  gnawing  their  tongues,  cry,  Alas, 
for  her  pain. 

4  The  nations  and  kingdoms  fhe  ruled,  now 

hate  her  ;  [h'^^e  ; 

She's  robh'd  of  her  children,  bereav'd  of  her 
The  wealth  and  the  treafure  (he  heaped  to- 
gether, [with  fire. 
Now  ferve  to  confume  her,  and  burn  her 

5  The   blood  of  the   Martyrs   and    Saints  is 

found  in  her  ;  [her  turn  ; 

The  cup  that  fhe  filPd  now  fhe  drinks  in 

Ye  Heavens,  Apoftles,  and  Prophets,  Ihout 

o'er  her,  [mourn. 

Ye  mighties  of  Babel,  'tis  yours  now  to 

6  Her  plagues  and  her  forrows  fhall  never  be 

healed ; 
Her  violence  to  Zion  the  Lord  will  repay  ; 
Jn  fire  to  confume  her,  he'll  foon  be  i  evealed. 
The  fmoke  of  her  torment    (hall  rife  up 

for  aye. 

N  2 


138  The  Lord^s  Songs, 

^  Then  let  her  fupporters  with  trembling  loofc 

forward  ; 

The  children  of  Zion  have  nothing  to  fear; 

They  look  for  a  kingdom   that   cannot  be 

fhaken,  [is  there. 

Their  treafure,  their  hope, their  protedtor, 

S  Then  waitch  ye,  his  fervants,  for  thefe  are 

fure  tokens  ;  [again  ; 

He  bids  you  obferve  them — he^ll  foon  be 

Be  ftedfaft,  unmoved,  and  know  that  your 

labour, 

To  him  and  his  people,  (hall  not  be  in 

vain,  »  Humphreys. 

HYMN  CXXIX.     FIrft  Metre. 
TJoe  Kingdom  of  Heaven  at  Hand. 

1  TJ  EPENT,  repent,  reform,  return  : 
Xv    Ye  fons  of  men^  give  ear  ; 

Left  threat'ned  fackcloth  clothe  the  fun, 
And  th'  moon  her  crimfon  wear. 

2  Awake  and  mourn,  O  {lumbering  worlds 

The  cries  of  fm  prevail  ; 
Juftice  and  truth  forfake  the  earth. 
And  interceiFors  fail. 

3  Behold  !   in  vain  the  drefier  toils  ; 

The  founder  melts  in  vain  ; 
Nor  mercies  draw,  nor  judgments  drive  : 
What  other  means  remain  ! 

4.  The  Judge,  whofe  throne  is  fiery  flame, 
And  burning  fire  his  v/heels ; 


A  CoIIeBion.  139 

By  fi^ns  in  heaven,  the  earth  and  feas, 
Th*  approaching  day  reveals. 

5  (The  Dragon's  mortal  wound  is  heal'd, 

His  horn  has  fprung  anew  ; 
The  world,  all  wondering  after  him. 
The  witneiTes  fubdue. 

6  Rahab,  array'd  in  fumptaous  vefts* 

And  deck'd  with  fnining  things ; 
Carefs'd  by  kings,  as  in  her  youth, 
She  Jits  a  ^eesiy  and  fmgs. 

7  in  Ramah,  lo  !   a  voice  is  heard, 

There  R.achel  vents  her  fighs  ; 
Her  children  flain,  her  jielpers  gone, 
To  heaven  the  fuiterer  cries.) 

S  Becaufe  there's  wrath,  O  men,  beware  \ 
Your  feartul,  fiery  doom, 
Noiv  cf  a  hug  time  linger etb  not  : 
Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come. 

9  To-day  if  you  his  voice  will  hear, 
The  Saviour's  voice  obey; 
To-day  you  fhaU  his  grace  receive, 
But  not  the  coming  day. 

:o  Will  nothing  move  your  precious  fouls? 
Not  Chrilt  with  all  his  charms, 
Nor  gracious  invitations,  move 
You  to  his  blefied  arms  I 
•I  I  The  Spirit  and  the  bride  fay,  come ; 
Come,  let  the  hearer  fay  : 
Let  weary,  thirjly  iinners  come-: 
To  Jefus  ccme  away. 


14©  The  hordes  Son^s, 

12  Then  fliall  the  everlafting  arms 
Be  underneath  you  fpread, 
.  While,  on  the  blefled  Saviour's  breaft. 
In  peace  your  fouls  are  laid. 

J 3  When  he  was  nailed  on  the  crofs. 
Father,  he  cry*d,  forgive : 

^    E'en  then  his  bowels  yearn'd^or  you : 
O  Sinners  !  hear  and  live. 


The  Spiritual  Song. 

HYMN  CXXX.     Firft  Metre. 

i   TV/TY  foul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 
XVX   My  fpirit  doth   rejoice 
In  God,  my  Saviour  and  my  God; 
X  hear  his  joyful  voice. 

^  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy, 
Who  have  a  feaft  at  home  ; 
My  fighs  are  turned  into  fongs. 
The  Comforter  is  come. 

^  Down  from  above,  the  bleiTed  Dove 
Is  come  into  my  bread, 
To  witnefs  God's  eternal  love  j 
This  is  my  heavenly  feaft, 

4  This  makes  me  Abba,  Father,  cry. 
With  confidence  of  foul  ; 
It  makes  me  cry.  My  Lord,  my  God, 
And  that  without  controul. 


A, 


j4  ColkBion.  ^141 

5  Ther^  IS  a  ftream  that  ifTues  forth 
.    From  God's  eternal  throne, 
And  irom  the  Lamb  a  hving  ftream. 
Clear  as  the  cryftal  ftone. 

6  Tills  ftream  doth  water  Paradife  : 

It  makes  the  angels  fing  : 
One  xordial  drop  revives  ray  heart ; 
Hence  all  nay  joys  do  fpring  ; 

7  Such  joys  as  arc  unfpeakable. 

And  full  of  glory  too  ; 
Such  hidden  manna,  hidden  pearls, 
As  worldlings  Jo  not  know. 

S  "Eye  hath  not  feen,  nor  ear  hath  heard  ; 
From  fancy  'tis  conccal'd  ; 
What  thou,  Lord,  haft  l:iid  up  for  thine, 
And  haft  to  me  reveal'd. 

9  I  fee  thy  face,  I  hear  thy  voice, 
I  tafte  thy  fweeteft  love  ; 
My  fool  doth  leap  ;  but  O  for  wings  I 
The  wings  of  Noah's  dove. 

10  Then  fliouid  1  fly  far  hence  away. 

Leaving  this  world  of  fm  ; 
Then  fhould  my  Lord  put  f#rth  his  hand, 
And  kindly  take  me  in, 

1 1  Then  fhould  my  foul  wiih  angels  feaft 

On  joys  that  always  laft  ; 
Blefs'd  be  my  God,  the  God  of  joy, 
"Who  gives  me  here  a  lafte. 


14^  The  Lord's  Songs, 

HYMN  CXXXI.     Forty.fourth  Metre 
»  ^he  Sinner's  Amazement. 

1   T  READ  that  fins  are  clouds, 

X   When  vengcance-ftorms  have  fell  5 
But  this  is  that  I  wonder  at, 
That  I  am  out  of  hell. 

3  Sure  there  are  thofe  in  hell, 
,     Who  never  have  defer v'd 
fin  hell  to  lie,  fo  much  as  I, 
And  yet  I  am  prefervM. 

3  My  fms  have  proudly  fcjom'd. 
My  (ins  have  boldly  dar'd 

The  God  of  might,  with  much  dcfpite. 
And  yet  my  foul  is  fpar*d. 

4  At  our  firft  parents'  breach. 
Pale  death  came  rufhing  in  : 

The  angels  fell  from  heaven  to  hell, 
Prefs'd  with  the  weight  of  fm. 

5  The  Sodomites  cry  prevailed  ; 
Hell  could  no  longer  ftay, 

But  lo  !  there  came  a  fulphurous  flame, 
And  met  them  by  the  way. 

6  When  Korah  did  rebel. 
Earth  would  not  be  his  flave 

To  bear  his  weight ;  but  opened  ftraight. 
And  was  his  willing  grave. 

7  When  Ifrael  did  corrupt 

The  air  with  murmuring  breath, 


A  Colledion.  143 

It  did  rebound,  and  gave  a  wound, 
And  that  was  prefent  death. 

8  The  whole  creation  groans, 
Sin's  wrecks  the  world  do  fill ; 

It  empties  rooms,  to  furnilh  tombs. 
Yet  I  am  living  ftill. 

9  That  miracles  are  ceas'd, 
Some  confidently  tell  : 

But  I  do  know  it  is  not  fo, 
Whilft  lamoutofhell. 

Mason.* 

HYMN  CXXXII.     Second  Metre. 
The  Sinner's  Hope. 
C   TTT'HO  knows  but  fueh  a  one  as  I 
V  V     May  grace  and  mercy  find  I 
I  hear,  the  God  of  Ifrael 
Is  merciful  and  kind. 

2  Had  he  been  pleas'd  to  torture  me 

With  everlafting  bands. 
He  mi^ht  have  done  it  long  ago, 
Who  had  me  in  his  hands. 

3  I  do  not  hear  the  trumpet  found. 

To  call  me  to  his  bar  ; 
The  proofs  and  patterns  of  his  grace 
Forbid  me  to  dcfpair. 

4  Defpair  is  fuch  a  fin  of  fins, 

It  cannot  be  forgiven  \ 


Ij^4  '^^^  hordes  Songs ^ 

Whilft  other  fins  hell's  ways  do  pave. 
This  bars  the  gates  of  heaven. 

5  Ceafe  then  thy  murmurings,  O  in/  foul^,. 

And  filently  attend 
To  th'  foundinjx  bov/els  of  a  Chrift, 
Who'  is  the  Tinner's  friend. 

6  He  does  not  fay,  Depart  from  me 

Into  eternal  fire  ; 
Bur,  Come  into  my  open  breaft. 
Where  weary  fouls  retire. 

7  The  trembling  wretch  who  touch'd  his  hem. 

But  feard  an  heavy  doom, 
Receiv'da  cure  and  blcfiing  too, 
And  went  rejoicing  home. 

8  The  Prodigal  defervJd,  and  far'd, 

Worfe  than  the  fwine  he  fed  ; 
But  found  a  mirthful  feaft  at  home. 
Who  only  afkM  for  bread. 

9  Heaven  look'd  upon  the  publican, 

Who'vv'as  bow*d  down  with  fham«  ; 
Mercy  he  cail'3,  which  foon  appear'dy 
And'anfwer'd  to  its  name. 

10  My  fms  are  mighty  fins  indeed. 

But  I  have  underftood, 
Great  fins  are  foils,  which  do  enhance 
The  price  of  faving  blood. 

11  My  foul  has  many  ghaftly  wonnds, 

Yet  will  I. not  defpair, 
Whilft  there  is  balm  in  Gilead, 
And  a  phyfician  there.- 


J  Colkdion.  i4j; 

HYMN  CXXXIII.     Thirty.feventh  Metre. 
Admiring  Divine  Mercy. 

1  "X  XT  HAT  line  can  fathom,  Lord, 

V  V     Thy  rich  and  wonderous  grace  ? 
Your  praifing  fongs  record, 
Ye  faints,  in  ei'ery  place: 
Blefs  God,  my  foul,  even  unto  deaths 
And  v/rite  a  fong  for  every  breath. 

2  Hell  was  my  proper  hire. 

Who  lortg  was  Satan's  flave, 
Fit  fuel  for  the  fire  ; 

But  God  delights  to  fave  : 
Blefs  God,  my  foul,  even  unto  death, 
And  write  a  fong  for  every  breath. 

3  Vile  prodigals  may  not 

Acceptance  with  him  fear  ; 
No  figh  was  e'er  forgot^ 
God  bottles  every  tear : 
Blefs  God,  my  foul,  even  unto  death* 
And  write  a  fong  for  every  breathe 

4  My  (ins  were  rlfing  hl^h, 

I  finking  into  hell  ; 
Free  mercy  then  drew  nigh, 
And  caught  mc  as  I  fell  : 
Blefs  God,  my  foul,  even  unto  death, 
And  write  a  fong  for  every  breath. 

5  Cherubs  cannot  exprefs 

Such  love,  which  ne'er  decays  ; 
What  can  my  foul  do  lefs. 
Than  love  him  all  my  days  ? 

o 


146  The  Lord^s  Songf^ 

Blefs  God,  my  foul,  even  unto  deat^^ 
And  write  a  fong  for  every  breath. 


HYMN  CXXXIV.     FIrft  Metre, 
Chrt/i  ths  WtU-helo'ued, 

ONE  but  a  Jefus,  none  but  he  I 
He  is  the  chiefeft  good ; 
My  Jefus  is  the  apple  tree, 
And  others,  barren  wood. 


■N 


3  He  is  the  fhadow  from  the  heat 
Of  confcience,  wrath  and  hell  ; 
He  is  the  manna,  heavenly  meat» 
Which  feeds  his  Ifrael. 

3  I  fat  rejoicing  in  time  paft. 

Under  his  cooling  fnade : 
His  fruit  was  fweet  unto  my  tafta  5 
O  what  a  feaft  I  made  ! 

4  Unto  his  houfe  of  banqueting. 

He  caus'd  me  to  remove  ; 
And  o'er  my  head  abroad  he  fpread 
The  banner  of  his  love. 

5  To  ftay  me,  cordial  flaggons  give. 

With  apples  comfort  me  ; 
I  faint,  for  1  am  fick  of  love  ; 
Let  me  fuftained  be. 

6  His  left  hand  underneath  my  heady 

For  my  fupport,  is  plac'd ; 


AColle^lon.  ^47 

And  to  his  bofom  I  am  laid. 
By  his  right  hand  embrac'cL 

7  O  Salem's  daughters,  you  I  charge, 
Both  by  the  roe  and  hind, 
Ye  do  not  ftir,  nor  wake  my  love, 

Until  it  be  his  mind.  A- 

HYMN  CXXXV.     Firft  Metre 
The  Voice  of  tny  Beloved, 
S   1\ /r  Y  well-beloved*s  voice  I  hear  % 
-LVX  With  joy  my  he  art  it  fills  ; 
Leaping  he  comes  on  mountains  high^ 
And  Ikipping  on  the  hills. 

2  My  wril-beloved  comes  in  haftc. 

Like  a  fwift-fodted  roe  ; 
Nay,  my  beloved  flies  fo  faft^ 
Young  hart  did  never  fo. 

3  Behind  our  wall,  lo !  he  doth  ftand, 

He*s  at  our  window  feen  ; 
He  fixews  himfelf  fo  near  at  hand. 
There's  but  a  fafh  between, 

4,  He  fpake  (it  was  the  voice  well  known) 
And  thus  to  me  did  fay  : 
*'  Rife  up,  my  love,  my  faireft  one. 
Make  hafte,  and  come  away. 

5  -*»  Kind  gales  fuccced  the  ftormy  blaft, 
Th'  inviting  fpring  comes  on. 
for,  lo !  the  wintry  feafon's  paft^ 
Xl^e  raiu  is  o'er  and  gone. 


548  The  Lord^s  So72gs^ 

6  "  The  flowers  upon  the  earth  appear  5 

The  birds  begin  to  fmg  ; 

The  people  of  our  land  do  hear 

The  turtle's  murmuring. 

7  "  Green  figs  upon  the  trees  are  grown ; 

Young  grapes  their  fmell  difplay  : 
Rife  up,  my  love,  my  faireft  one, 
Make  hafte,  and  c^me  away.'*  A. 

HYMN  CXXXVI.     Firft  Metre. 

My  Soulfollo'ws  hard  after  thee. 

I   T  SOJUGHT  my  well-beloved  one, 
X    I  ibught  him  on  my  bed  ; 
X  fought  him,  but  I  found  him  not—. 
Cold  prayers  do  never  fpeed. 

?  I  will  arife  and  feek  my  Lord, 
Go  out  while  yet  'tis  niglkt  ; 
Will  fearch  the  ftrects,  the  city  roimdi^ 
To  find  my  foul's  delight. 

3  Where  fhall  I  go  \  I'm  loft  in  fhadcs  i 
The  guides  1  muft  attend ; 
Ye  watchmen  I  who  the  city  keep, 
Saw  ye  my  deareft  friend  ? 

4.  My  Lord,  my  love,  my  foul's  delight^ 
Canft  thou  the  foul  forfake, 
That  follows  thee  with  reftlefs  cries^t 
Jjonging  to  overtake  ? 


A  Collediion.  1^9 

5  My  foul  purfues  hard  after  thee  ; 
Hear  thou  my  mournful  cry  : 
He  hears,  he  meets  me  in  the  way, 
He  aufwers,  "  Here  am  11"     » 

A. 

HYMN  CXXXVIl.     Second  Metre. 
Chrift  the  Apple  Tree. 

1  '■  I  ^HE  tree  of  life  my  foul  hath  feen, 

I       Laden  with  fruit,  and  always  greea  ; 
The  trees  of  nature  fruitlefs  be, 
Compared  with  Chrift^  tlii  apple  tree, 

2  His  beauty  doth  all  things  excel : 
By  faith  I  know,  but  ne'er  can  tell^ 
The  glory  which  I  now  do  fee 

In  J^us  Chri/ly  the  apple  tree. 

3  For  happinefs  I  long  have  fought. 
And  pleafure  dearly  I  have  bought  5 
I  mifs'd  of  all,  but  now  1  fee 

'Tis  found  in  Chriji^  the  apple  tree. 

4  I'm  wearied  with  my  former  toil ; 
Here  I  will  fit  and  reit  awhile  p 
Under  the  ihadow  I  will  be 

Of  Jefus  ChriJIj  the  apple  tree. 

5  With  great  delight  PU  make  my  flay  ; 
There's  none  (hail  fright  my  foul  away  j 
Among  the  fons  of  men  1  fee 
There's  none  like  Chrj/i,  the  apple  tree. 

O    2 


6  I'll  fit  and  qat  this  fruit  divine  ; 

It  cheers  my  heart  like  fpiced  wine  ; 
None  but  this  fruit  is  fweet  to  me, 
Which  grows  on  Chrijl^  the  apple  tree. 

7  This  fruit  doth  make  my  foul  to  thrive  \ 
It  keeps  my  dying  faith  alive  ; 
Which  makes  my  foul  in  hafte  to  be 
With  Jefus  Chr'ifl,  the  apple  tree. 

HYMN  CXXXVIII.     Fira  Metre. 
The  Sinner^s  Fears. 
I      A    LAS  !  for  I  have  feen  the  Lord  ; 
J7X  With  a  drawn  fword  he  ftood  ; 
Now  might  he  fhsath  it  in  my  flefh, 
!A.nd  bathe  it  in  my  blood. 

*2  Pve  dar'd  him  with  my  mighty,  fins. 
As  if  he  was  too  flow  ; 
But  now  he  eomes,  both  armM  and  girt^^ 
Like  an  enraged  foe. 

3  V/hat  fliall  a  guilty  fmner  do. 
When  juftice  doth  appear  ? 
O  whither  fhall  I  flee  from  him 
Whofe  place  is  every  where  ? 

4.  As  I  can  neither  ftand  nor  fly, 
£0  neither  can  I  bear 
The  mighty  hand  which  grinds  the  rocks,^ 
And  doth  foundations  tear. 

5  Should  he  but  his  commiffion  grants 
All  creatures  woulTengage 


A  Col  legion.  i^\ 

Againft  me  as  their,  common  foe, 
With  an  united  rage. 

6  My  fears  are  juft,  I've  defcrvM  hell, 
And  'tis  my  proper  hire  ; 
Bat  who  can  dwell — O  who  can  dwell 
With  everlafting  fire  ! 

HYMN  CXXXIX.     Firft  Metre 
The  Coronation  of  Chr'i/l,      Cant.  iii.  ll. 
X      ALL  hall,  the  power  of  Jefus'  name  ) 
JLX   Let  angels  proftrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  the  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  ftem  of  JelFc's  rod. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chofen  feed  of  IfraePs  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  fmall, 
Hail  him  who  fav'd  you  by  his  grac^, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  Gentile  finners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall : 
Go,  fpread  your  trophies  at  his  feet. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Babes,  men  and  fires,  who  know  his  loyc, 

Who  feel  your  fm  and  thrall, 

//ocu  joy  with  all  the  hofts  above, 

And  crown  binr^  Lord  of  all. 


J  5  2  The  Lord's  Songs ^ 

6  Let  every  j^indred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terreftrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majefty  afcribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  al|« 

7  Let  all  creation  join  their  tongues, 

At  once  before   him  fall. 

And  fhout,  in  univerfal  fongs, 

The  crowned  Lord  of  aU. 

HYMN  CXL.     Twenty.feventh  Metre. 
T'he  Banner  of  Love. 
I  "TXT HO  have  empire,  fovereign  fway, 
V  V      Believers  once  did  prove  ; 
Pagan  foes  were  forc'd  to  fay, 

"  See  how  thefe  Chriftians  love  !** 
Wav'd  the  banner  of  the  crofs, 

There  the  power  of  God  to  prove  j 
Chriftians  counted  all  but  lofs, 
And  prov'd  the  power  of  love  ; 

Z  Prov'd  how  bands  of  dying  love 

The  hearts  of  men  could  draw  ^ 
How  the  wifdom  from  above 

Could  give  the  world  the  law  : 
More  than  conquerors  !  more  than  palms^ 

Robes  of  white  to  them  were  given, 
Who  on  earth  could  ufe  the  arms. 

And  bear  the  flag,  of  heaven. 

3  Glorious  fhall  our  banner  wave  1 
Ourfelves  its  trophies  are  ; 
This  to  us  our  Captain  gave  j 
Jlis  glory  we  fhill  fhar^ ; 


A  Collet  ion.  ?53 

Share  hisfufferings  !  (hare  his  reign  i 

Two-fold  glory  is  the  prize  ! 
Crofs  and  crown  we  each  fhall  gain, 

Our  vidory  certain  is  ! 

Clouds  of  witnefTes  furround  ; 

Our  enfign  fee  difplay'd  ; 
See  our  brethren  yidtors  crowu'd, 

Our  Captain  per£e<^  made  ! 
Raife  again  your  ftandard  high, 

Chriitian  foldiers  !  worthy  proye  5 
Force  th'apoftate  world  to  cry, 

See  how  true  Chriftian^  love  I 


HYMN  CXLI.     Seventh  Met^e. 
Pleading  Chrijl.     Pfalm  Ixxxiv.  9. 
^  XT  ATHER,  God,  who  feeft  in  m^ 
X?     Only  fin  and  mifery, 
Turn  to  thy  Anointed  One, 
Look  on  thy  beloved  Son, 

2  Turn  from  me  thy  glorious  eyes 
To  his  bloody  facrifice  ; 

Him,  and  then  the  fmner,  fee  ; 
Look  through  Jefus  Chrift  on  me, 

3  Am  I  thine,  thou  Son  of  God  I 
Take  the  purchafe  of  thy  blood  5 
Now  the  ftone  to  fleih  convert  ; 
Call  a,  look,  and  melt  my  heart. 


154  The  hordes  Songs y 

4  Father,  anfwer  from  above  ; 
Is  not  all  thy  nature  love  ! 
Pity  from  thine  eye  let  fall  ; 
Blcfs  me  whilft  on  thee  I  call. 

5  Join'd  with  Chrift,  I  canaot  fail  j 
JLet  me  now  with  thee  prevail  ; 
And  if  mine,  through  him,  thou  art>, 
Speak  thy  mercy  to  my  heart. 

.6  Hear  his  blood's  prevailing  cry } 
Let  thy  bowels  then  reply  \ 
Then  through  him  the  fmner  fee  | 
jf'hcn,  in  Jefus,  look  on  me  ! 

7  Lord,  J  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  Wefling  thou  beftow  j 
Hear  my  Advocate  divine, 
Lo  !  to  his,  my  fuit  1  join. 

;8  Heavenly  Fathe;-,  Lord  of  all. 

Hear,  and^J^oii;  thou  hear*ft  my  call  % 
Bow  thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow. 
Smile  on  m^e  g.  fmner  now  ! 

A. 

HYMN  CXLIL    Third  Metre. 

The  Angel  Lord, 

HOU  very  Pafchal  Lamb, 


■1 


Whofe  blood  for  us  was  fhed, 
Through  whom  we  out  of  Egypt  came^ 
Thy  ranfomM  people  lead  I 


A  Collet  ion.  155 

2  Angel  of  gofpel-grace, 
.  Fulfil  thy  charader  ; 

To  guard  and  lead  thy  chofen  race. 
In  Ifraers  camp  appear. 

3  Throughout  the  defert  way 
Condutfl"  us  hj  thy  light ! 

Be  thou  a  cooling  cloud  by  day, 
A  cheering  fire  by  night. 

4  Our  fainting  fouls  fuftain 
With  bkflings  from  abovcy 

Afid  ever  on  thy  people  rain 
The  manna  of  thy  love. 

Wesley. 

HYMN  CXLIII.     Second  Metre. 
At  Mxtiftg, 
1   jr  INDRED  in  Chrift,  for  his  dear  fak^ 
X\.    A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give  ! 

t  To  you  and  us  by  grace  *tls  given  .? 

To  know  the  Saviour's  precious  name  5 
And  fhortly  we  (hall  meet  in  heaven, 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end,  the  fame. 

3  May  he,  by  whofe  kind  care  we  meet. 
Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communications  fweet, 
And  caufc  our  hearts  t«  burn  with' love? 


t^6  TM  Lord^s  Songs ^ 

4  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 

When  Chriftians  fee  each  other  thus  j 
We  only  wiih  to  fpeak  of  him 

Who  liv*d,  and  dy'd,  and  reigns,  for  us. 

^  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  faid. 
And  fuifer'd  for  us  here  below  ; 
The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread. 
An  d  what  he's  doing  for  us  now. 

6  Thus,  as  th^  moments  pafs  away. 
We'll  love  and  wonder  and  adore  j 
And  haften  on  the  glorious  day. 

When  we  fliall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

Newtok. 

tlYMN  CXLIV.     Firft  Metre; 
u^t  Parting, 
IT  np'  HRO'  thee  we  nOw  together  ciSne,  " 
X      lu  fmglenefs  of  heart ; 
We  met,  O  Jefus,  in  thy  name. 
And  in  thy  name  we  part. 

1  We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind  J 
Our  minds  continue  one  ; 
While,  each  to  each  through  Jefus  joinM> 
Wc  hand  in  hand  go  on. 

3  By  holding  thee,  out  federal  head. 
Scattered  o'er  diftant  lands. 
We're  yet  one  body  and  one  bread, 
Compact  by  joints  and  bands. 


A  ColleBioft.  rrf 


^i 


4  Z\M\^  as  in  us  all  one  foul, 

>?o  power  fhall  make  us  twain  j 
Ar>d  mountains  rife,  and  oceans  roll. 
To  fe\''er  us,  in  varn^ 

5  Pr^fent  we  flill  in  Spirit  are< 

And  intimately  niffh  ; 
While,  on  the  wings  of  Faith  and  PfaVrr, 
We  each  to  other  fly.  A. 

HYI^IN  CXLV.     Firfl  ketre. 
The  fame  Suljecf, 

1  T>  LEwST  be  the  dear,  uniting  lovej 
Xy  That  will  not  let  us  part  ; 
(j\v  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 

:itill  we  are  join'd  in  heart. 

2  J  '■  ^^6.  in  one  fpirit  to  our  head, 

vVhere  he  appoints  we  go  ; 
And  ftlil  in  Jefu?'  footfleps  tread,- 
And  do  his  work  below. 

3  r^takers  of"  the  Satriour's  grace, 

The  fame  in  mind  and  heart ; 
I'or  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  p'acc. 
Nor  life  nor  death  can  paiT. 

4  0  may  we  ever  walk  with  him, 

And  nothing  know  befide  ; 
Nothing  defire,  nothing  eftecm. 
But  Jefus  crucified  1 


%^%  The  Lor ^5  Songs ^^ 

5  Clofsr  and  clofer  let  us  cleave 

To  his  belov'd  embrace  ; 
Exped  his  fulnefs  to  receive. 
And  grace  to  anfwer  grac^. 

6  And  let  us  haften  to  the  day, 

Which  fhall  our  iefh  reftore  : 
When  death  fhall  all  be  done  awaj. 
And  bodies  part  no  more. 

Av 

HYMN  CXLVI.       Second  I^etre. 
u4i  the  Ordination  of  a  Miniftdr. 

1  TJ^ATHER  of  Mercies!   in  thy  houfc 

K      We  pay  our  homage  and  our  vows;' 
Whilft  with  a  grateful  heart  ^ve  fhare 
Thefe  pledges  of  our  Saviour's  caie. 

2  The  Saviout,  when  to  heaven  he  rofe. 
In  fplenrdid  triumph  o*er  his  foes. 
Received  gifts  for  men  below, 

And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

3  Hence  fprang  ih'cpofJa*  honoured  name,. 
Sa'cred  beyond  heroic  fame  ; 

Hence  didates  the  prophetic  fage. 
And  hence  the  evangelic  page. 

4  In  lower  forms,  to  blefs  our  eyes, 
Paftors  from  hence  and  teachers  rife, 
Who,  though  with  feebler  rays  they  fiimie, 
rStill  mark  a  long-extended  line. 


A  ColleEiion.  159 

^  From-  Chrlft  their  varied  gifts  derive, 
And,  fed  by  him,  their  graces  live  ; 
Whilft,  guarded  by  his  potent  hand, 
Amidft  the  rage  of  hell  they  ftand. 

6>  Zo  fhall  the  bright  fuccefflon  run. 
Through  all  the  courfes  of  the  fun  ; 
WhiUt  unborn  churches,  by  their  dare. 
Shall  rife  and  flourilh  large  and  fair. 

7  Jcfus,  our  Lord,  their  hearts  fHall  kn^w-f* 
The  fpring  whence  all  thefe  blefllngs  flow  ; 
Payors  and  people  fliout  his  praife, 
Ti:^Q^gh  the  long  round  of  cndlefs  daiys. 

HYMN  CXLVII.     Second  Metr«. 
Love  Suffering  and  Reigning, 
OW  let  our  faith  grow  ftrong  and  rifcj> 
And  view  our  Lord  in  all  his  love  i 
Look  back  to  hear  his  dying  cries, 
Then  mount  and  fee  his  throne  above. 

t  If  we  behold  his  bleeding  heart, 

There  love  in  floods  of  forrow  rejgns  j 
He  triumphs  o*er  the  killing  fmart. 
And  feals  our  pleafure  with  his  pains. 

^  Or  if, we  climb  the  eternal  hills 

Where  the  dear  Conqueror  fits  cnthron'd> 
^111  in  his  heart  compalTiOn  dwells, 
Near  the  memorials  of  his  wound. 


x6a  The  Lord's  Sangs^ 

4  How  fHall  vile  pardon'J  rebels  ihow 

How  much  they  love  their  dying  Goi  ? 
XiOrd,  here  we  banifti  every  toi^j 

And  hate  the  iani-that  cott  his  blood. 

^  Commerce  no  more  we  hold  with  heU; 
Oar  deared  lulls  jQull  all  depart  ; 
But  let  thine  imasje  ever  dwell 
Stampt  iis  a  feul  on  every  heart. 

W^TTS. 

HYMN  CXLVIir.     Fli-H'  Metre. 

T'hff  Excellency  of  the  Scripturej , 

.\THEIl  of  Mercies  !  in  thy  word 
What  endlefs  glory  ihines  i 
Forever  b^  thy  name  ador'd,     ^ 
For  theie  ceiedial  lines. 


■F 


2  Here  may  the  wretched  fons  of  want 

Exhauitle^^s  riches  find  ; 
Treafures  beyond  what  earth  can  grai\t. 
And  lading  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows. 

And  yields  a  free  repail  j 
Sublimcr  fruits  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  tafle. 

A  Here  tlie  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 
^nd  life  and  everlafting  joyi 
Attead  the  l^ifst^ul  found. 


A  Colkaion,  iSj 

^  O  may  thefe  heavenly  pages  be 
Our  itudy  and  delight ; 
^nd  ftill  new  beauties  may  we  fee? 
And  ftiil  increafmg  light. 

6  Divine  Inftruftor,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  forever  near  ; 
Teach  us  to  love  thy  facred  word, 
And  view  our  Saviour  there. 

Mrs.  Steele, 

HYMN  CXLIX.     Firfl  Metre. 
Extent  of  Chrijl's  Kingdom.     Ifaiah  ii.  I — 5. 
1    ^^  'ER  mountain  tops  the  mount  of  God 
\_J    In  latter  days  (hall  rife, 
Above  the  fummit  of  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

i  To  thk  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues,  fhall  flow  ; 
Up  to  the  mount  of  God,  they  fay, 
And  to  his  houfe,  we'll  go. 

3  The  beams'  that  fhine  from  Zion's  hill, 

Shill  brighten  every  land  ; 
The  King,  who  reigns  in  Salem's  tov/ers^ 
Shall  the  whole  world  command. 

4  Among  the  nations  he  fhall  judge  ; 

His  judgment,  truth  fhall  guide  ; 
His  fceptre  fhiU  protecft  the  juft, 
And  crufh  the  uaner's  pride. 
P  a 


I  Si  Tks  Lord's  SsrtgSy. 

^  No  war  fhall  rage,  nor  hoftile  ftrlfe , 
Diftarb  rhofe  happy  yeaps  ; 
To  oloughili^res  miF»  ihallbcat  their  iVords, 

To  pruning-hooks  their  Ipciri:. 

0  No  longer,  hoft,  encountering  hofl. 

Shall  heaps  of  {lain  deplore  ; 
They'll  lay  the  martial  trumpet  by. 
And  ftudy  war  no  more. 

Scotch  Parapr rases.     A, 

HYMN  CL.     Firft  Metre. 
CharaEter  of  Chrijl,      Ifaiah  xlii, 

1  r-T^HUS   faich  the   Lord,   who   built  ths 

X     And  bade  the  planets  roll ;  [heavens, 
Who  peopled  all  the  climes  of  eardi. 
And  forni'd  the  human  foul ; 

2  **  Behold  my  fervant  ;  fee  him  rife, 

Exalted  in  my  might  ! 
Hina  have  i  chofen,  and  in  him 
I  place  my  fouPs  delight. 

3  *'  On  him,  in  rich  effufion  pour'd, 

My  Spirit  ihull  defccnd  ; 
My  truth  and  judgment  he  (bail  Ihow 
To  earth's  rcmoteft  end. 

4.  *'  Gentle  and  ftlU  fhali  be  his  voice, 
No  Itrifes  from  him  proceed  ; 
The  fmoking  flax  he  fhall  not  quench, 
Nor  break  the  bruifcd  reed. 


A  CQlleSlion*  163. 

5  "  The  feeble  fpark  to  flame  he*ll  raifc  ; 
The  weak  vill  not  defpife  ; 
Judgment  fhall  he  bring  forth  to  truth. 
And  make  the  fallen  rife. 

C  "  The  progrefs  of  his  zeal  and  power 
Shiill  never  know  decline  ; 
Till  foreign  lands  and  diftant  ifles 
Receive  the  law  divine.'* 

Scotch  Paraphrases. 

HYMN  CLI.     Firft  Metre. 
Chriji's  Humiliation.       Ifaiah  liil. 

1  'Tp  HE  Saviour  comes !  no  outward  pomp 

i      Befpeaks  his  prefence  nigh  ; 
No  earthly  beauties  in  him  {hine, 
To  draw  the  carnal  eye. 

2  Like  as  a  tender  pUnt,  or  root, 

Amidft  the  defert  grows  ; 
So,  flighted  and  defpis'd  of  men, 
The  heavenly  Saviour  rofe,  ^ 

3  Theyview'd  him  as  condemned  by  He^tven, 

An  outcaft  fiom  his  God  ; 
While  for  their  fins  he  groan' d  and  bled. 
Beneath  his  Father's  rod, 

4  With  fmners  in  the  daft  he  lay. 

The  rich  a  grave  fupply'd  ; 
Eecaufe,  unfpotted  was  his  life, 
Vnjlam'd  by  fm  he  dy'd. 


j64  The  Lord's  Songs^ 

5  His  foul,  rejoicing,  fhall  behold 

The  purchafc  of  his  pain  ; 

And  every  finner  by  him  fav'd 

Shall  blcfs  MeOiah's  reign, 

6  As  thus  he  bare  the  people's  fin. 

So  they  fhall  be  forgiven  ; 
He  died  to  fin,  but  lives  to  God, 
And  intercedes  in  heaven. 

Scotch  Paraphrases.    A. 

HYMN  CLIL     Fira  Metre. 
The  Invitation.     Ifaiah  Iv. 
2  "  T  T  O,  ye  that  thirft !  approach  the  fpring, 
XjL   Where  living  waters  flow  ; 
Free  to  that  facred  fountain  all 
Without  a  prit:e  may  go. 

2  **  How  long  to  ftreams  of  falfe  delight 

Will  ye  in  crowds  repair? 
How  long  your  ftrength  and  fubftance  wafle 
On  trifles  light  as  air  ? 

3  "  My  ftores  afford  thofe  rich  fupplies. 

That  health  and  pleafurc  give  ; 
Incline  your  ear,  and  come  to  me  j 
Hear,  and  yo'ur  foul  fliall  live. 

4  "  With  you  a  covenant  1  will  make, 

That  ever  fhall  endure  ; 
The  hope  that  gladden'd  David's  heart, 
V^y  mercy  hath  made  fureo 


A  CoUeBlon.  165 

5  "  Bebold,  he  corr.es,  your  Leader  comes. 

With  might  and  honour  crown'd  ! 
A  witnefs  who  £haU  fpread  ray  name 
To  earth's  remoteft  bound. 

6  "A  nation  haflens  to  thy  call, 

Unknown  to  thee  before  ; 
Nations  fhall  come  who  knew  not  thee. 
And  liraers  God  adore." 

Scotch  Paraphrases.     A. 

HYMN  CLIII.     Firft  Metre. 
Repentarux  and  Pardon.     Ifaiah  Iv. 

I   TT     ET  iinners  leave  their  wicked  ways, 

\   A    Their  evil  thoughts  forego  ; 
The  Lord,  to  vrhom  ihey  (hall  ret.um> 
Returning  grace  will  {how. 

'Z  Ks'U  pardon  with  o'erfiowing  love  j 
For,  hear  the  voice  divine  ; 
«*  My  nature  is  not  like  to  yours, 

Nor  like  your  ways  are  mine.  / 

3  "  But,  far  as  hea"^en*s  refplendent  orbs 

Beyond  this  earth  extend, 
So  far  my  thoughts,  fo  far  my  ways, 
Your  thoughts  and  ways  tranfcend. 

4  "  Like  as  the  fiiowers  from  heaven  dift:!, 

N(.r  thither  rife  ag^an, 
But  fwell  the  earth  with  fruitful  juicCj 
And  all  its  tribes  fuftain  ; 


tSS  The  l.ord*s  Songs^ 

5  "  So,  not  a  word  that  goes  from  me, 

Shall  ineffedtual  fall ; 

But  univerfal  nature  prove 

Obedient  to  my  call. 

6  "  Where  briers  grew,  in  barren  wilds, 

Shall  firs  and  myrtles  fpring  ; 
And  nature,  through  her  utrtioft  bounds. 
Eternal  praifes  Cng." 

Scotch  Paraphrases.    A, 

HYMN  CLIV.     Firft  Metre. 
The  Building  of  God.      2  Cor.  v.  r. 

1  Q  OON  fhall  our  earthly  houfe  diiTjlve, 
O   This  frame  in  ruins  lie  ; 

But  better  manfions  wait  the  juft. 
Prepared  above  the  fky. 

2  An  houfe  eternal,  built  by  God, 

Shall  lodge  the  holy  mind, 
When  once  the  prifon-walls  are  broke 
In  which  'tis  now  confined. 

3  Sach  >re  the  hopes  that  cheer  the  juftj 

Thefe  hopes  their  God  hath  given  j 
His  Spirit  is  the  earneft  now, 
And  feaU  their  fouls  for  heaven. 

^  What  now  In  hope  affords  fuch  joy. 
We  long  and  pant  to  fee  ; 
We  would  be  abfent  from  the  flefh, 
>Vnd  prefent.  Lord,  with  thee  ! 

Scotch  Faraphraszs.     A? 


A  CoUeSHon.  167 

HYMN  CLV.     Second  Mctr^. 

S'tnai  and  Zisn, 

I  'T*^  HE  God  who  once  to  Ifrael  fpokc,    ' 
X     From  Sinai's  top,  in  fire  and  fmoke, 
In  gentler  ft'rains  of  gofpel  grace. 
Invites  us  now  to  feek  his  ivict. 

t  He  wears  rio  terrors  on  his  brow  ; 
He  fpeaks  in  love  from  Zion  now ; 
It  fs  the  voice  of  Jefus'  blood, 
That  calls  us  wanderers  back  to  God. 

3  God^sfervanti  Mofes,  quak'd  and  fear'd,- 
When  Sinai's  thundering  law  he  heard  ; 
But  reigning  grace,  with  accents  mild, 
Speaks  to  the  fmner  as  a  child; 

4  Hark,  how  from  Calvary  it  founds, 
From  the  Redeemer's  bleeding  wounds  ; 
**  Pardon  and  grace  I  freely  give  ; 
Poor  finner,  look  to  me  and  live." 

5  What  other  arguments  can  move 

The  heart  that  flights  a  Saviour's  love  ? 
O  may  Almighty  Power  conllrain, 
That  grace  may  not  be  preach'd  in  vain. 

6  Elfe,  how  ftiall  we  his  prefence  bear. 
When  as  our  Judge  he  fhall  appear  ? 
When  flighted  love  to  wrath  Ihall  turn, 
And  the  whole  earth  like  Sinai  burn  I 

Newtoh.     Ao- 


\€%  Tb^  Lcrd's  Songs, 

HYMN  CLVl.     Firft  Metre. 
•    Lave  to  Cirtfl, 

1  Tr\0  not  I  love  thee,  dearefl  Lord  ? 

I  J    Behold  VTij  heart,  and  fee  ; 
And  turn  each  worthlefs  Idol  out> 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Is  not  thf  name  melodious  flill, 

To  my  enraptured  ear  ? 
Doth  not  my  pulfe  with  pleafure  bei:. 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

3  Haft  thon  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock, 

I  would  difdain  to  feed  ? 
Haft  thou  a  foe  before  whofe  face 
I  fear  thy  caafe  to  plead  ? 

4  Would  not  my  ardent  fpirit  vie 

With  angels  round  thy  throne. 
To  execute  thy  facred  will, 
And  make  thy  glory  known  ? 

5  Would  not  my  heart  poor  out  its  blood. 

In  honour  of  thy  name  ? 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death. 
To  damp  th'  immortal  flame  ? 

6  Thou  know'ft  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ; 

Bui  how  I  long  to  foar 
Above  the  fphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

Doddridge. 


J  Co  I  legion.  i6g 

HYMN  CLVII.     Third  Metre, 
CoitipalJion  and  Forgivenefs, 

1  T  HEAR  the  voice  of  woe  I 
JL     I  hear  a  brother's  figh  ! 

Then  let  my  heart  with  pity  flow. 
With  tears  of  love,  mine  eye. 

2  I  hear  the  thirfty  cry  ! 
The  hungry  beg  for  bread  ! 

Then  let  my  fpring  its  ftream  fupply. 
My  band  its  bounty  fhed. 

3  The  debtor  hambly  fues, 
Who  would,  but  cannot  pay  ; 

And  (hall  I  lenity  refufe, 
Who  need  it  «very  day  ? 

4  Shall  not  my  wrath  relent, 
Touch'd  by  that  humble  ilraln — 

My  brother  crying,  **  I  repent. 
Nor  will  offend  again  V* 

5  If  not,  how  fiiall  I  dare 
Appear  before  thy  face, 

Great  God,  and  how  prefent  the  prayer 
For  thy  forgiving  grace  i 

6  They  who  forgive,  fhall  find 
Remiffion,  in  that  day, 

When  all  the  merciful  and  kind 
Thy  pity  (hall  repay. 

Q 


17©  The  Lord's  Songs ^ 

J  But  all  who  here  below, 

Mercy  refufe  to  grant, 
Shall  judgment  without  mercy  know, 

When  mercy  moft  they  want. 

Enfield. 

HYMN  CLVIII.     Second  Metre- 
Time. 

1  /^  OD  of  eternity,  from  thee 

V_T   Did  infant  time  its  being  draw; 
Mimlites  and  days,  and  months  and  years'* 
Revolve  by  an  unvaried  law, 

2  Silent  and  flow  they  glide  away  ; 

Steady  and  ftrong  the  current  flows. 
Till  loft  in  that  unmeafured  fea. 
From  which  its  being  firft  arofe. 

5  The  thoughtlefs  fons  of  Adam's  race 
Upon  the  rapid  ilream  are  borne. 
To  that  unfeen,  eternal  home, 
From  which  no  travellers  return, 

4  Yet  whilft  the  fhore  on  either  fide 

Prefents  a  gaudy,  flattering  lliow, 
We  gaze,  in  fond  amazement  loft, 
Nor  think  to  what  a  world  we  go. 

5  Great  Source  of  Wifdoni,  teach  our  hearts 

To  know  the  price  of  every  hour  ; 
That  time  may  bear  us  on  to  joys. 
Beyond  its  meafure  and  its  power. 

Reformed  Liturgy. 


A  CollcBion.  17 « 

•HYMN  CLIX.     Firft  Metre. . 
Longing  for  Heaven. 
I    O  URE  'tis  in  vain  to  feek  for  blifs, 
O   For  biifs  can  ne'er  be  found, 
Till  we  arrive  where  Jefus  is, 
And  tread  on  heavenly  ground. 

z  There's  nothing  round  the  fpreading  fkiesj 
Or  on  this  earthly  clod. 
Nothing,  my  foul,  that's  worth  thy  joys. 
Or  lovely  as  thy  God. 

3  *Tis  heaven  on  earth  to  tafte  his  lovcj 

To  feel  his  quickening  grace  : 
And  all  the  heaven  I  hope  above. 
Is  but  to  fee  his  face. 

4  Why  move  my  years  in  flow  delay  ? 

And  why  this  fear  to  die  ? 
Death's  but  a  guide  that  leads  my  way 
To  a  fuperior  £ky. 

r  Dear  fovereign,  break  thefe  vital  firings, 
That  bind  me  to  my  clay  ; 
Help  me  to  rife,  and  ftretch  my  wings. 
And  mount  and  foar  away. 

'*    '     '  Watts9 

HYMN  CLX.     Second  Metre. 
Invitation  to  the  Supper, 
If    C!  INNERS,  obey  the  gofpel  word, 
O   Come  to  the  Supper  of  the  Lord  ; 


iy2  The  hordes  Snngs^ 

Be  wife  to  know  your  gracious  day  j 
All  things  are  ready — come  away. 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own 
And  kifsjsiis  late-returning  fon  ; 
Ready  the  gracious  Saviour  ftands. 
And  Ipreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands^ 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  from  above, 

To  fill  your  hearts  with  heavenly  love  ; 
To  apply,  and  witnefs  with  the  blood. 
To  waih,  and  feal  you  fonsof  God. 

4  Ready  the  faints  around  you  ^wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  bled  eftate  ; 
In  prefence  of  the  Angels,  praife 
Awaits  the  fovereign  power  of  grace. 

5  Hafte  to  the  feaft  ;  the  Mafter  ftands, 
And  o'er  the  table  fpreads  his  hands  ; 
For  with  this  theme  muft  all  be  crown'd^-» 
"  The  dead's  alive,  the  lofi  is  found." 

A. 


HYMN  CLXI.     Second  Metre^ 

Z>ove  to  yefus. 

I   ''  I  "'HEE  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  tower, 
X   Thee  will  I  love,  and  bleis  thy  throne  ; 
1'hee  wjll  I  love  with  all  my  power 
Qf  mind  and  ftrength,  an^  thee  alone* 


A  Colledion.  173 

Z  Thee  -will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  God  ! 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy  my  crown! 
Thee  will  I  love,  and  bear  thy  rod, 
As  in  thy  fmiles,  fo  in  thy  frown  \ 


A. 


HYMN  CLXII.     Twenty-fourth  Metre, 
ji  Friend  indeed.  Prov.  xviii.  2^. 
I    /^  NE  there  is,  above  all  others, 

V^   Well  deferves  the  name  of  friend  j 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Coftly,  free,  and  knows  no  end  : 
They  who  once  his  kindnefs  prove. 
Find  it  eyerlafting  Ipve  I 

3  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  fave  us. 
Could  or  would  have  fpilt  his  blood  } 

But  our  Jefus  dy'd  to  have  us 
Reconcil'd  in  him  to  God  : 

This  was  boundlefs  love  indeed  ! 

Jefus  is  a  friend  in  need, 

3  Men,  when  raised  to  lofty  ftations, 

Often  know  their  friends  no  more  j 
Slight  and  fcorn  their  poor  relations. 

Though  they  valued  them  before  % 
But  our  Saviour  always  owns 
Thofe  whom  he  redeemed  with  groans. 

4  When  he  llv'd  on  earth  abafed, 

Friend  of  Sinners  was  his  name  | 
Now,  above  all  giory  raifed, 
He  rejoices  in  the  fame  : 


X74  T'Z'^  Lories  Songs-^ 

Still  he  calls  them  Brethren,  Friends* 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

5  Could  we  bear  from  one  another 

What  he  daily  bears  from  us  ? 
Yet  this  glorious  Friend  and  Brother 

Loves  us,  though  we  treat  hina  thus  ; 
Though  for  good  we  render  ill, 
He  accounts  us  brethren  ftill. 

6  Oh  for  grace,  our  hearts  to  foften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  in  truth  to  love : 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  friend  we  have  above  : 
When  to  thee  our  fouls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  thee  as  we  ought. 

NEWT0^f, 

HYMN  CLXIIL     Firft  Metre. 
Lord^s  Da^  Morn  in  or. 

1  '  I  ^HIS  is  the  day,  the  Lord's  own  day> 

I       A   day  of  holy  reft  ; 
Teach  me,  O  Lord,  to  reft  from  fin  ; 
That  reft  will  pleafc  thee  beft, 

2  This  is  the  day,  the  day,  O  Lord, 

On  which  thou  didft  arife  ; 
For  finners  having  made  thyfelf 
A  fmlefs  facrihce. 

3  Thou,  Juord,  didft  die  and  rife  again* 

And' didft  afcend  on  high. 


A  Co  lied  i  on  ^  ,175 

That  we,  poor  Tinners,  loft  and  dead. 
Might  live  eternally. 

4  Welcome  and  dear  unto  my  foul 

Is  thy  mod  holy  day  ! 
May  I  th'  eternal  Sabbath  keep. 
With  God,  my  (Irength  and  (lay. 

5  I  come,  I  wait,  I  hear,  I  pray, 

Thy  footfleps,  Lord,  I  trace  ; 
I  joy  to  think  this  is  the  way 
To  fee  my  Saviour's  face. 

HYMN  CLXIV.     Firil  Metre. 
Lord^s  I^ay  Evening. 
X   XirrHEN,  0,  dear  Jefus  !   when  {KaUl 
VV      Behold  thee  ail  ferene  ? 
Bleft  in  perpetual  Saobath-day,  - 
Without  a  veil  between  I 

2  Affilt  me  while  I  wander  here, 

A  mid  ft  a  world  of  cares  ; 
Incline  my  heart  to  pv«ty  with  love, 
And  then  accept  my  prayers. 

3  Releafe  my  foul  from  every  chain, 

No  mere  hell's  captive  led  ; 

And  pardon  a  repenting  child, 

For  whom  the  Saviour  bled. 

4  Spare  me,  O  God  !   O  fpare  the  foul 

That  gives  itfelf  to  thee  ; 

Take  all  that  1  pofFefs  "below, 

And  give  thyfeif  to  me. 


17^  The  Lord^s  Songs ^ 

5  Thy  Spirit,  O  my  Father  !  give. 
To  be  my  guide  and  friend  ; 
To  light  my  way  to  ceafelefs  joys, 
To  Sabbaths  without  end. 

Cennick^ 

HYMN  CLXV.     Fourteenth  Metre. 

For  New  Tear*s  Day, 
1   XXTHILE,  with  ceafelefs  courfe,  the  fun 
VV     Hafted  through  the  former  yeaf» 
Many  fouls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  liere, 
Fix'd  in  an  eternal  ftate, 
'    They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait,  ' 

But  how  little,  none  can  knovr. 

t  As  the  winged  arrow  flies, 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  fsies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  ttehind  ;; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  ftream  | 
Upwarcjs,  Lord,  pur  fpirits  raife— 

All  below  is  but  a  4ream. 

^  Thanks  for  mercies  paft,  receive. 
Pardon  of  our  fins  renew  j 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  llyc, 
V/ith  eternity  in  view„ 


J  Colled  ton.  177 

Blefs  the  word  to  youD,g  and  old. 
Fill  us  with  a  Saviour^  love '; 

And  when  life's  (hort  tale  is  told, 
May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

Newton. 

HYMN  CLXVI.     Firft  Metre. 
The  fame  Suhjea. 

1  "VTOW,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 
X\l     And  make  thy  glory  known; 

Now  let  us  all  thy  prefeace  feel. 

And  foften  he?.rts  of  (tone.  / 

2  Help  ut;  to  venture  near  thy  throne, 

And  plead  a  Saviour's  name ; 
For  all  that  v/e  can  call  our  own, 
Is  vaiuty  and  (hame. 

3  From  all  the  gu^  of  former  fin, 

May  mercy  fet  us  free  ; 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin, 
Begin  and,  end  with  thee. 

^  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
Th*t  faints  may  love  chee  more  ; 
And  fmners  nov/  may  learn  to  love, 
Who  never  lov'd  before. 

^itnd  when  before  thee  we  appear. 
In  our  eternal  home. 
May  growing  numbers  worihip  here, 
And  praife  thee  in  our  room. 

Newton'. 


jyB  The  Lord's  Songs, 

HYMN  CLXVII.     Seventeenth  Metre* 
The  American  Hero. 

1  "TTT^Y  fkould  vain  mortals  tremble  afc 
'     V  V     the  fight  of 

Death  and  deftruition  in  the  field  of  battle. 
Where  blood  and  carnage  clothe  the  ground  in 
crimfon,       Sounding  wi]th  death  groans? 

2  Death  will  invade  us  by  the  means  appointed. 
And  we  muft  all  bovir  to  the  king  of  terrors  ;  '* 
Nor  am  I  anxious,  if  I  am  prepared, 

What  lh;ipe  he  cc^cs  in^ 

3  Infinite  Goodnefs  teaches  us  fubmiffion, 
Bids  us  be  quiet  under  all  his  dealings  ; 
Never  repining,  but  forever  praifing 

God  our  Creator. 

4  Well  may  we  praife  him  ;  all  his  ways  arc 

perfect  ; 
Though  a  refplendence  infinitely  glowing. 
Dazzles  of  glory  on  the  fight  6f  mortals, 
*  Struck  blind  by  luflrc  i 

5  Good  is  Jehovah  in  beft owing  funfiiinc. 
Nor  lefs  his  goodnefs  in  the  ftorm  of  thunder  r 
Mercies    and  judgments  both   proceed   from 
kindnefs—  Infinite  kindnefs !       "' 


A  Colle6lion.  179 

§  Then,  to  the  wifdom  of  my  Lord  and  Matter 
i  wrll  commit  all  that  1  have  or  wf{h  for  : 
Sweetly  as  babes  fleep  will  I  give  my  life  up» 
When  call'd  to  yield  it. 

7  Now,  Mar  if  I  dare  thee,  clad  infmoky  pillars^ 
Burfting  from  bomb-Ihelis,  roaring  from  the 

cannon, 
Rattling  in  grape-fhot  ,Hke  a  ftorm  of  hail-ftones. 
Torturing  ether. 

8  IJ|>  thebteak  heavens  let  the  fpreading  flamed 

rife,  .  .      ,       .      [lumns. 

Breaking  like  -/Etna  through  the  fmoking  co- 
LoWering  like  £gypt  o^er  the  fallen  city. 

Wantonly  burnt  down. 

9  Whilft  all  their  hearts  quick  palpitate  for 

havock,  [lions  ; 

Let  flip  your  blood-hounds,  nam*d  the  Britifti 

Dauntlefs  as  death-ftares,  nimble  as  the  whirl-* 

wind,  Dreadful  as  demons  I 

10  Let  oceans  waft  oh  alt  your  floating  caftles. 
Fraught  with  deftru(5tion,  horrible  to  nature  i 
Then,  with  your  fails  filPd  by  a  ftorm  of  ven- 
geance, Beat  down  to  battle  t 

1 1  Still  (ball  the  ban-ner  of  the  King  of  hea- 

ven 
Never  advance  where  I*m  afraid  to  follow  ; 
While  that  precedes  me,  v^ith  an  open  bofom, 
War,  I  defy  thee  V 


t  So  The  Lord's  ^oitgs^ 

1 2  Life,  for  my  cotintry  and  the  caufe  of  ffec* 

dom, 
Is  but  a  tri0e  for  a  worm  to  part  with  ; 
Atid  if  preferved  in  fo  great  a  conteft, 
Life  is  redoubled. 

NlLES* 

HYMN  CLXVIIL  ^  Second  Metre.       . 

'The  God  cj  Thunder, 

1  ^^  THE  immenfe,  thVamazing.  1  eigUt, 
V_^    The  boundlefs  grandeur  of  our  God, 
Who  treads  the  \yorld  beneath  his  feet. 

And  fways  the  nations  with  his  nod  ! 

2  He  fpeaks  ;  and  lo,  all  nature  ftiakes  ; 

Heaven's  everlafting  pillars  bow  ; 
He  rends  the  cio-uds  'wit-h  hideous  cracks, 
And  fhocts  his  ftery'aiTOws  through. 

3  Well,  let  the  nations  ftart  and  fly 

At  the  blue  lightning's  horrid  glare^ 
Atheifts  ar»d  emperors  (lirink  and  die, 
When  flame  and  norrfe  torment  the  aif« 

4  Celeftial  King,  thy  blaiing. power 

Kindles  our  hearts  to  6aming  joys; 
We  I'liout  to  hear  the  thunders  roar, 
And  eelio  to  oor; Father ?s  voice. 

5  Thus  fhall  the  God  our  Saviour  come, 
And  iigbtnings  round  his  chariot  play  j 
Ye  lightnings,  fly  to  m.ake  him  room. 
Ye  glorious  ftorms,  prepare  his  way. 

Watts. 


A  ColledioK.  iBi 

r    HYMN  CLXIX.     Thirty-ninth  Metre. 
The  good  Land.  Numbers  xiii.  30.  Deut.  iii.  25- 

1  g^  OME,  Lord,  and  help  us  to  rejoice, 
V^    In  hope  that  we  fhall  hear  thy  voice, 
,,  ^  Shall  fee  one  day  our  God  ; 

Shall  ccafc  from  all  our  painful  ftrife. 
Handle  and  tafte  the  word  of  life, 
Anvd  feel  the  fprinkled  blood, 

2  Rejoicing  now  in  carnell  hope, 

\\)*€  ftand,  and  from  the  mountain  top 

See  all  the  land  below  ; 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rife. 
And  all  the  fruits  of  paradife 

In  endlefs  j)lej;ity  grow. 

3  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favour'd  with  God's  peculiar  {miiej- 

•  With  every  biefliag  bleft  ;  r.;  ', 

There  dwells  the  Lord  our  righteoufn  efs, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace, 
And  everlafting  reft. 

4  O  when  fhall  we  at  once  go  up, 
Nor  this  fide  Jordan  longer  ftop, 

;But  the  good  land  po£efs  ? 
When  (hall  we  end  our  lingering  years. 
Our  forrows,  fins,  and  doubts^  and  fears^ 

.Ami  howling  wilderacisi 

R 


j82  The  Lerd^s  Songs ^ 

5  O  deareft  Jofliua  !  bring  as  in  ; 
Difplay  thy  grace,  forgive  our  fin, 

C3ur  unbelief  remove : 
The  heavenly  Canaan,  Lord,  divide^ 
And,  Q,  with  all  the  fandified, 

Give  us  a  lot  of  love  ! 

HYMNCLXX.    Ninth  Metre. 
Joy  in  Chrifl  and  eleSing  Love, 
OW  happy  are  wc, 


H 


Our  election  who  fee, 
And  venture,  O  Lord,  for  falvation  on  thee  ^ 

In  Jefus  approv'd, 

Eternally  lov'd, 
Upheld  by  thy  power,  we  cannot  be  mov*i. 

2  'Tis  fweet  to  recline 
On  the  bofonn  divine, 

And  experience  the  comforts  peculiar  to  thine: 
While,  born  from  above,  I 

And  upheld  by  thy  love, 

With  fmging  and  triumph  to  Zion  we  raovc. 

3  Our  feektpg  thy  face, 
Was  all  of  thy  grace, 

Thy  mercy  demands,and  fliall  have  allthepraifc : 

No  fmner  can  be 

Beforehand  of  thee ; 
Thy  grace  is  preventing,  almighty  and  free. 


AColledion.  183 

4  Our  Saviour  and  friend 
His  love  (hall  extend  : 

It  knew  no  beginning,  and  never  fhall  end. 

Whom  once  he  receives, 

His  Spirit  ne'er  leaves, 
Nor  ever  repents  of  the  grace  that  he  givei. 

5  This  proof  we  would  give, 
That  thee  we  receive, 

Thou  art  precious  alone  to  the  fouls  thatbelieve : 

Bz  precious  to  us  ; 

All  beflde  is  but  drofs, 
Compared  to  thf  lave  and  the  blood  of  the  crefs. 

4  Yet  one  thing  we  want — 

More  holinefs  grant  : 
For  more  of  thy  mind  and  thy  image  we  paBt  ; 

Thine  image  imprcfs 

On  thy  favourite  race  ; 
O  f  aft  ion  and  polilh  thy  veflels  of  grace. 

7  Thy  workmanlhip  we 

More  fully  would  be: 
Lord,ft  retchout  thy  hand  and  conform  us  to  thet; 

Whil€  joyful  we  move 

Towards  Canaan  above, 
Come,  fill  us  with  holinefs,  fill  us  with  love. 

%  Vouchfafo  us  to  know 

More  of  thee  below ; 
Thus  £t  us  for  heaven,  and  glory  beftow  ; 

Our  harps  ihall  be  tunM, 

The  Lamb  (hall  be  crown'd ; 
SalvftUoato  Jcfug  through  heaven  ftiall  refound. 

To?  LADY. 


^^ 


ti4  The  Lcrd^s  So77p, 

HYMN  CLXXI.    Eleventh  Metre. 
Precious  Promtfet.     2  Peter  i.  4. 
^  T  T  O W  firm  a  foundation,  ye  faints  of  tBe 
Xx  Lord, 

Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  trord  I 
What  more  can  he  fay,  than  to  you  he  hath 

faid, 
You,  who  unto  Jefus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  In  every  condition,  in  ficknefs  and  health. 
In  poverty*s  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth  ;• 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  fea, 
*^As  the  days  may  demand,  fhall  thy  ftrength 

ever  be»  ' 

3  **  Fear  not;  I  am  with  thee;ObenotdifmayM5 

I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  ftill  give  thee  aid  ;' 
I'll  ftrengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  caufe  the^ 

to  ftand, 
"Upheld  by  my  righteous.  Omnipotent  hand. 

4  "When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
"   The  rivers  of  woe  fliall  not  thee  o'erflow  ;    ' 

For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  blefs. 
And  fin«5lify  to  thee  thy  deepeft  diftrefs. 

5  "When  through  fiery  trials  thy  path  waj 

ihalUie, 
My  grace  all-fufficient  ftiall  be  thy  fupply  ; 
The  flame  fhall  not  hurt  thee  ;  I  only  defigw 
Thy  drofs  to  confume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine'J 


A  CoIIedion.  185 

$  "Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  fhall 

prove 
Mf  fovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  fliall  their  temples 

adorn,  [borne. 

Like  lambs  they  fhall  ftill  in  my  bofom  be 

7  "ThefoulthatonJefushathleanMror  repofe, 
/  tuili  noty  I  lu'dl  noty  defert  to  his  foes  ; 
That  foul,  though  all  hell  Ihould  endeavour 

to  (hake, 
V\imver — no,  never — no,  nsvertforfake.** 

K E  N  N  AD y ,  filtered  hy  an  unknovjn  hand. 

HYMN  CLXXIL     Third  Metre. 
y^n  Evening  Hymn,^ 
t   nr^HE  day  is  paft  and  gone, 

JL     The  evening  (hades  appear  j 
O  may  we  all  remember  well, 
The  night  of  death  is  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 
Upon  our  beds  to  reft  ; 

So  death  will  foon  difrobe  us  ail, 
Of  what  we  here  pofTefs. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  Cafe  this  nigh:, 
Secure  from  all  cur  fears  ; 

M^y  angels  guard  us  while  we  fleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

R  2 


iS5  The  Lord's  Scrips 

4  Ant!  wheh  we  early  rife, 
And  view  th'  unwearied  fun  ; 

May  we  fet  out  to  win  the  prize. 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  paft, 
And  we  from  time  remove  ; ' 

O  may  we  in  thy  bofom  reft,    - 
The  bofom  of  thy  love. 

HYMN  CLXXIIl.     Firft  Metre, 

I   TV  /TERCY,  good  Lord,  mercy  I  afk  5 
XVX    This  is  the  total  fum  ; 
For  mercy,  Lord,  is  all  my  fuit  5 
Lord,  let  thy  mercy  come. 

3  Lord,  if  thou  wilt  my  fins  forgive, 
And  not  in  wrath  deftroy  ; 
'T-vvill  add  new  comforts  to  thy  faintSj 
5refti  triumphs  to  their  joy. 

3  This  will  encourage  fmners,  Lord, 

To  turn  and  feek  thy  face  ; 
When  they  fhall  hear  the  worft  of  them 
Has  now  obtain'd  thy  grace.  ''*' 

4  My  fms  indeed  are  numberlefs  ; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  fo  ? 
This  did  thy  pardon'd  ones  profefs, 
To  thee  they  bade  me  go. 


ACoHeaim.  1S7 

5  Where  fin  abounds,  thy  word  does  fay, 

Grace  has  abounded  more  ; 
This  IS,  and  ftill  fliall  be,  my  plea, 
Whilil  thou  haft  grace  in  ftoro* 

6  Mercy,  good  Lord,  mercy  I  afk  ; 

This  is  the  total  fum  : 
For  mercy.  Lord,  is  all  my  fuit  j 
'  Lordj  let  thy  mercy  com«. 

HYMN  CLXXIV.     Twenty-feventh  Metre, 
Chr'tfi^s   Cruci^xion, 

1  TESUS  drinks  the  bitter  cup, 
J    The  wine-prefs  treads  alone  ; 
Tears  the  graves  and  mountains  up. 

By  his  expiring  groan  : 
Lo  !   the  powers  of  heaven  he  fhakes  5 

Nature  in  conv'ulfion  lies  ; 
Earth's  profoundeft  centre  quakes, 

The  great  Jehovah  dies. 

2  Dies  the  Glorious  Caufe  of  All, 

The  true  Eternal  Pan  ; 
Falls  to  raife  us  from  our  fall, 

To  ranfom  fmful  man. 
Well  might  Sol  withdraw  his  lightj 

With  the  ftifFerer  fympathize  ; 
Leave  the  world  in  fudden  night, 

While  his  Creator  dies. 

3  O !   my  foul,  he  dies  for  thee  ; 
1  feel  the  monal  fmart  ! 
See  him  hanging  on  the  tree, 
A  fight  that  breaks  the  heart  1 


1 88  The  hordes  Songs ^ 

O  that  all  to  him  might  turn  ! 

Sinners,  you  may  love  hira  too  ; 
Look  on  him,  ye  pierc'd,  and  mourn 

For  one  who  dy'd  for  you. 

4  Weep  o'er  your  defire  and  hope, 
With  tears  of  humbleft  love  ; 

Shout,  for  Jefus  is  gone  up, 
And  lives  enthron'd  above  : 

Lives  our  head,  to  die  no  more- 
Power  is  all  to  Jefus  given  ; 

Worfhipp'd  as  he  was  before, 
Th'  immortal  King  of  heaven. 

TOPLADY. 

HYMN  CLXXV.     Sixth  Metre. 
The  yt^'ijh  Ceremonial. 

1  TSP^AEL,  in  ancient  days, 
JL    Not  only  had  a  view 
Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learn'd  the  gofpel  too : 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glafs, 
In  which  they  faw  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  The  Pafchal  Sacrifice, 

And  blood-befprinkled  door, 
Seen  with  enlightened  eyes, 

And  once  applyM  with  power, 
Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood, 
To  fave  us  from  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  The  Lamb,  the  Dove,  fet  forth 

His  perfe<fl  innocence, 
Whofe  blood  of  matchlefs  worth 
Shoul4  be  the  fours  defence  j 


A  Colle^lon.  18; 

For  he  who  can  for  fin  atone 

J  tuiVhave  no  failings  of  his  own, 

4  The  Scape-goat  on  his  head 

The  people's  trefpafs  bore» 
And,  to  the  defert  led, 

Was  to  be  ktn  no  more  : 
In  him  our  Surety  feemM  to  fay, 
**  Behold,  I  bear  your  fins  away/' 

5  Dipt  in  his  fellow's  blood. 

The  living  Bird  went  free  j 
The  type,  well  underllood, 
-  Exprefsd  the  finners  plea  ; 
pefcrib'd  a  guilty  foul  enlarged, 
And  by  a  Saviour's  death  difcharg'd« 

6  Jefus,  I  love  to  trace. 

Throughout  the  facred  page, 
The  footftcps  of  thy  graces 
The  fame  in  every  age  ! 
O  grant  that  I  may  faithful  be 
yo  clearer  light  vouchfaf'd  to  mc. 


Cow 


PER. 


HYMN  CLXXVI.     Forty-fifth  Mttrc. 

The  unfearchahh  Riches  of  Chrijt. 

OW  fhall  I  my  Saviour  fet  forth  ? 
Hew  fhall  I  his  beauties  declare  \ 
O  h^w  fhall  I  fpeak  of  his  worth, 
Or  v/hat  his  chief  digr.iti-es  are  \ 


'H 


190  The  LoriVs  S^ngs^ 

His  angeh  can  never  cxprefs. 

Nor  faints  who  lit  neareft  his  thronCi 

How  rich  are  his  treafures  of  grace  : 
No !  this  is  a  myft'ry  unknown. 

2  In  him  all  the  fulnefs  of  God 

Forever  tranfcendentiy  Ihines  ; 
Though  once  like  a  mortal  he  flood. 

To  finifh  his  gracious  defigns  : 
Though  once  he  was  naiPd  to  the  crofS} 

Vile  rebels  like  me  to  fet  free, 
His  glory  fuftained  no  lofs. 

Eternal  his  kingdom  fhall  be. 

3  His  wifdoro,  his  love  and  his  power 

Seemed  then  with  each  other  to  vici 
When  finners  he  ftoop'd  to  rcftore. 

Poor  finners  condemned  to  die  ! 
He  laid  all  his  grandeur  afide, 

And  dwelt  in  a  cottage  of  clay  : 
Poor  finners  he  lov'd,  till  he  dy'd 

To  wafh  their  pollutions  away. 

4  Come,  ail  ye  who  fee  yourfelves  loft, 

And  feel  yourfelves  burdenM  with  fin, 
Draw  near  while  with  terror  you're  toft  ; 

Believe,  and  your  peace  fhall  begia. 
He  riches  has  ever  in  ftore, 

And  treafures  that  never  can  wafte  r 
Here's  pardon,here*s  grace,  yea,  andmorc- 

Herc's  glory  eternal  at  lail. 


A  Lollection*  191 

HYMN  CLXXVIL     FIrft  Metre. 
The  loft  Sheep  found, 
I  "TXT HEN  fome  kind  (hepherd from  his 
VV  fold 

Has  loft  a  ftraying  fiieep, 
Through  vales,  o'er  hills,  he  anxious  loves, 
And  climbs  the  mauntain*s  fteep. 

t  But  O  the  joy,  the  tranfport  fweet. 
When  he  the  wanderer  finds  1 
Up  in  his  arms  he  takes  his  charge, 
And  to  his  fhoulder  binds. 

3  Homeward  he  haftes  to  tell  his  joys, 

And  make  his  blifs  complete : 
The  n«ghbours  hear  the  news,  and  all 
The  joyful  ihcpherd  greet. 

4  Yet  how  much  greater  is  the  joy, 

When  but  one  fmner  turns ! 
When  the  poor  wretch  with  broken  heart 
His  fms  and  errors  mourns  ! 

5  PleasM  with  the  news,  the  faints  below. 

In  fongs  their  tongues  employ  ; 
Beyond  the  fkies  the  tidings  go. 
And  heaven  is  fiU'd  with  joy. 

6  Well  pleasM  the  Father  fees  and  hears 

The  conicious  fmner  weep  ; 

Jefus  receives  him  to  his  arms, 

And  owns  him  for  a  fheep. 


t^a  Th£  Lord's  Song:, 

7  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

Bat  kindle  with  new  fire  : 
"  A  wandering  flieep  returned,"  they  fing. 

And  ftrike  the  founding  lyre. 

HYMN  CLXXVIII.     Third  Metre, 
.,      Confejfion  and  Pardon, 
I    T\  yrY  forrows,  like  a  flood, 

XYX   Impatient  of  reftraint. 
Into  thy  bofom,  O  my  God, 

Pour  out  a  lon^  complaint. 

J  This  impious  heart  of  mine 
Could  once  defy  the  Lord ;     ^ 

Could  rufli  with  violence  on  to  (in. 
In  prefence  of  thy  fword. 

3  How  often  have  T  ftood 
V  A  rebel  to  the  {kies  ! 

And  yet,  and  yet,  O  matchlefs  grace  ! 
Thy  thunder  filent  lies. 

4  .0,  fhall  I  ne-^er  feel 

.  The  meltings  of  thy  lore  ? 
Am  T  of  fuch  hell-harden*d  ftce! 
That  mercy  cannot  move  \ 

5  Overcome  by  dyins:  ^o^e, 
Here  at  thy  crofs  I  lie  ; 

And  throw  my  flefh,  my  foul,  my  all, 
And  weep,  and  love,  arfd  die. 


A  CoIlcSlion.  ipj^ 

6  "  Rife/'  fays  the  Saviour,  "  riic',' 
Behold  my  wounded  veins  ; 
Here  flows  a  lacred  crimfon  flood. 
To  vvalh  away  ihy  ftains." 

7  See,  God  in  Chrift  well  pleased! 
Behold  his  fmiling  face  ! 

Let  joyful  cherubs  clap  their  wiugs 
And  found  aloud  his  grace. 

HYMN  CLXXIX.      FIrll  Metre. 
The  Gcfpd  Feajl. 
1   i~\  N  Zion,  his  moft  holy  mount, 
\J  God  will  a  feaft  prepare. 
And  Gentile  lands  with  Ifrael's  fons 
Shall  in  the  bstnquat  fhare. 

1  Marrow  and  fatnefs  are  the  food 
His  bounteoas  hand  beftows  : 
Wine  on  the  lees,  and  well  refin'd," 
In  rich  abundance  flows. 

3  See  to  the  vilcft  of  the  vile 

A  free  acceptance  given  ! 
See  rebels,  by  adopiins^  prace, 
3it  with  the  heirs  of  heaven  ! 

4  The  pain'd,  the  fick,  the  dying,  now 

To  eafe  and  health  reftor'd. 
With  eager  appetites  partake 
The  plenties  of  the  board. 

s 


194        \     T^he  LorcTs  Songs^ 

5  Bat,  O  what  draughts  of  blifs  unknown, 

What  dainties  fhall  be  given, 
When  with  the  myriads  round  the  throne 
We  join  the  feaft  of  heaven  1 

6  There  joys  unmeafurably  high 

Shall  overflow  the  foui» 
And  fprings  of  life,  that  never  drf , 
in  thouiand  channels  roll. 

HYMN  CLXXX.     Fiftieth  Metre. 
Paradl/e, 
wings  of  faith,  mount  up,  mj  foul. 


'O- 


and  rife  ; 

View  thine  inheritance  beyond  the  fkies  : 
Nor  heart  can  think,  nor  mortal  tongue  caa 
tell,  [dwelU 

What  endlefs  plcafures  in  thofe  manfions 
Here  our  Redeemer  lives  all  bright  and  glo- 
rious ;  £ous. 
O'er  fin  and  death  and  hell,  he  reigns  vi<5lori- 

2  No  gnawing  grief,  no  fad  heart-rending  pain. 
In  the  bleft  country  can  admiflion  gain  ; 
No  forrow  there,  no  foul-tormenting  fear. 
For  God's  own  hand  fhall  wipe  the  falling 
tear  ;  [rious  ; 

Here   our  Redeemer  lives,  all  bright  and  glo- 
Oer  fm  and  death  and  hell^  he  reigns  vidlori- 
ous. 


A  CoUeSlton.  195 

^  Before  the  throne  a  cryftal  river  glides, 
Immortal  verdure  decks  its  eheeiful  fides; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  life  majeftic  rears 
Its  bloom img  head,  and  fovereign  verdure 
bears.  [rious  ; 

Here  our  Redeemer  lives,  all  bright  and  glo 
O'cr  fm  and  death  and  hell,  he  reigns   vic- 
torious. 

4  No  riling  fun  his  needlefs  beams  difplays, 
No  fickly  moon  emits  her  feeble  rays  ; 
God. from  the  throne  celeftial  glory  {\xzds, 
Th'exalted  Lamb  eternal  radiance  fpreads. 

Here  our  Redeemer  lives,  all  bright  and  glo- 
rious ; 

Cerfift  and  death  and  hell,  he  reigns  vi^ori- 
oas. 

5  One  difiant  glimpfe  my  eager  paflion  fires  1 
Jefus,  to  thee,  my  longing  foul  afpires  ! 
"When  (hall  I  at  my  heavenly  home  arrive  ? 
"When  leave  this  earth,  and  when  begin  to 

live  ?  [ous; 

For  there  my  Saviour  is,  all  bright  and  glori- 
O'er  fill  and  death  and  hell,  he  tcigns  vidori- 

ous. 

Straphan* 

HYMM  CLXXXI.      Firft  Metre. 
Jehovah' Jireh.    Gen.  xxii.  1 4. 
I  'Tn  HE  faints  fhould  nevgr  be  difmay^d, 
X     Nor  fmk  in  hopelefs  fear  ; 
For  when  they  leaft  expeifl  his  aid. 
The  Saviour  vrill  appear. 


1(^6  The  Lord's  Songs ^ 

z  This  Abraham  found  ;  he  rais'd  the  knife-— 
God  faw,  and  faid  **  forbear  ;" 
Yon  ram  (hall  yield  his  meaner  life  : 
Behold  the  vidlim  there. 


f 


Once  David  feemM  Saul's  certain  prey; 

But  ha^k  !  the  foes  at  hand  ; 
Saul  turns  his  arms  another  way. 

To  £ave  th'  invaded  land. 


4  When  Jonah  funk  beneath  the  wave. 

He  thought  to  rife  no  more  ; 
But  God  prepar'd  a  fifli  to  fave, 
And  bear  him  to  the  Ihore. 

5  Bleft  proofs  of  power  and  gra<^  divine9 

That  meet  us  in  his  word  ! 

May  every  deep-felt  care  of  mine 

Be  trufted  with  the  Lord. 

6  Waft  for  his  feafonable  aid  ; 
And  though  it  tarry,  wait : 
The  promife  may  be  long  delay'd. 
But  cannot  come  too  late. 

CewpEi. 

HYMN  CLXXXII.     Flrft  Metre. 

jfehovah-Rophi.      Exod.  xv.  26. 

I  TJEAL  us,  Immanuel  ;  here  we  are, 
'    X  A   Wai!;iwg  to  feel  thy  touch  ; 

Deep  wounded  fouls  to  thee  repair, 

*    And*  Saviour,  we  arc  fuch. 


A  ColleBioiu    \  157 

2  Our  faith  is  feeble,  we  confefs ; 

We  faintly  truft  thy  word  ; 
But  wiU  thou  pity  us  the  lefs  ? 
Be  that  far  from  the  Lord  ! 

3  Remember  him  who  once  apply'd 

Wifh  trembling  for  relief; 
•'  Lord,  I  believe,"  with  tears  he  cry*d, 
**  O  help  my  unbelief." 

4  She,  too,  who  touchM  thee  in  the  prefs. 

And  healing  virtue  ftole, 
Was  anlwer'd,  *' Daughter,  go  in  peace  ; 
Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole."  < 

5  ConceaPd  amidft  the  gathering  throng, 

She  would  have  fnun'd  thy  view  ; 
And,  if  her  faith  was  fiim  and  (Irong, 
Had  ftrong  mifgivmgs'too. 

6  Like  her,  with  hopes  and  fears  we  come, 

To  touch  thee  if  we  may; 
Oh  !  fend  us  not  defpairing  home  ; 
Send  none  unheal'd  away. 

CoWPiR, 

HYMN  CLXXXIIl.     Sixth  Metre. ' 
Jehovah-NiJ}.      Exod.  xvii.  15. 
2    TJY  whom  was  David  taught 
J3   To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 
When  he  Goliah  fought, 

And  laid  the  Gittitc  low  ? 
No  fword  nor  fpear  the  ilripling  took, 
But  chofe  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 

S  2    - 


;98  The  Lord*i  Sengs ^ 

2  'Twas  IfraePs  God  and  King, 
Who  fent  him  to  the  fight  ; 
Who  gave  him  ftrength  to  fliiig. 

And  Ikill  to  aim  aright : 
Ye  feeble  faints,  your  ftrength  enduref, 
Becaufe  young  David*s  God  is  yours. 

2  Who  ordered  Gideon  forth, 

To  ftorm  th'  invaders'  camp, 
With  arms  of  little  worth, 

A  pitcher  and  a  lamp  ? 
The  trumpets  made  his  coming  known, 
And  ail  the  hoil  was  overthrown. 

4  Oh  !   I  liave  feen  the  day, 

When,  with  a  fmgle  word, 
God  helping  me  to  fay, 

My  truft  is  in  the  Lord, 
My  Soul  has  quell' d  a  thoufand  foes ; 
Fearlefs  of  all  tliat  could  oppofe. 

5  But  unbelief,  felf  w*!!, 

Seif-righteoufnefs  and  pride. 
How  often  do  they  fteai 

My  weapon  from  my  fide  ! 
Yet  David's  Lord,  and  Gideon's  friend. 
Will  help  his  fervant  to  the  end. 

COWPER. 

HYMN  CLXXXIV.     Second  Metre. 

Jehoiiah-Shalom.      Judges  vi.  24. 

1    ''  i  ^  HE  Lord  fend  peace — offending  man 

I       To  reconcile  by  his  own  blood  ! 

Who  but  the  Lord  could  form  the  plan? 

Or  who  fulfil  kt  but  our  God  ? 


yi  CoIIedicn.  19^ 

Pence  by  fuch  means,  fo  clearly  bought. 
What  rebel  could  have  hop'd  to  {ee  ? 

Peace  by  his  injurM  fovereign  wrought. 
His  fovereign  faflen'd  to  the  tree  ! 

3  Now,  Lord,  thy  feeble  worm  prepare  ! 

For  ftrife  with  earth  and  hell  begins  ; 
Confirm  and  gird  me  for  the  war  ; 
They  hate  the  foul  that  hates  his  fins. 

4  Let  them  in  horrid  league  agree  ! 

They  may  afl'ault,  they  may  diftrefs  ; 
But  cannot  quench  thy  love  to  vie, 
Nor  rob  me  of  t/j£  Lord  my  peace. 

COWPER.       A* 

HYMN  CLXXXV.     Second  Metre. 
yehovah  Shammah.      Ezek.  xlviii.  35. 

1  A    S  birds  iheir  infant  brood  protcffl, 
x\.  And  fpread  iheir  wings  to  iheltcr  them ; 
Thus  faith  the  Lord  to  his  eleft» 

"  So  will  I  guard  Jerufalem." 

2  And  what  then  is  Jerufalem, 

This  darling  objetft  of  his  care  ? 
Where  is  its  worth  in  God's  efteem  ? 
Who  built  it  \  who  mhabits  there  ? 

5  Jehovah  founded  it  in  blood. 

The  blood  of  his  incarna':e  uon  ; 
There  dwell  the  faint^i,  once  foes  to  God, 
The  finners  whom  he  calls  his  own. 


200  The  Lord*s  Songf^ 

4  There,  though  befieg'd  on  every  fide. 

Yet,  much  belov'd,  and  guarded  w^ll. 
From  age  to  age  they  have  defy'd 
The  utmoft  force  of  earth  and  hell. 

5  h^t  earth  repent,  and  hell  defpair  ; 

The  city  has  a  fure  defence  ; 
Her  name  is  call'd,  The  Lord  is  there; 
And  who  has  power  t6*  drive  them  thence  > 

CoWPERi 

HYMN  CLXXXVI.     Forty-ninth  Metre. 
In  a   Storm. 
1    T  N  the  floods  of  tribulation, 
X    While  the  billf-.^s  o*er  me  i oil  ; 
Jefus  whirpers  -corUolation, 

And  fupports  my  fainting  foul. 
Thus  the  iTon  yields  me  honey  ; 
Proni  the  eatei  food  is  given  ; 
Strengtb^^n'd  tlius  I  CuVl  preis  forward, 

Singins;  as  I  wade  to  h-iiiven  : 
Sw^et  affliction  !  fwcet  affiicfrion, 
That   brings  Jefus  to  my  foul  !       i 

i  *Mid  the  gloom,  tiie  vivid  lightnings 

With  increafed  brigbtnefs  play  ; 
'Mid  the  thorabrake,  beauteous  flowerets 

Look  m^:T::  beautiful  and  gay  ; 
So  in  da^kelt  difpcnfations, 

Doih  my  f.^ithfiil  ]^oi-d  appear, 
With  hi:,  richeft  coniblation?^, 

To  reanimate  and  cheer  : 
Sweet  afEi<^>i on  !   fv/eet  affliction, 
Thus  to  bring  my  Savio  .•;  near. 


A  CoHe^ion»  noi 

3  Floods  of  tribulation  heighten. 

Billows  ftill  around  me  roar  ; 
Thofe  who  know  not  Chriil — ye  frighten; 

But  my  foul  defies  your  power. 
In  the  facred  page  recorded. 

Thus  his  word  fccurcly  ftands^-p- 
*'  Fear  not,  Vm  in  trouble  near  thee. 

Nought  I'kall  pluck  thae  from  my  hands  :** 
Sweet  afHidion  1   fweet  afSiflion, 
That  to  words  fo  fweet  lays  claim  1 

4  All  I  meet  1  find  affift  me 

In  my  path  to  heavenly  joy  ; 
Where,  though  trials  now  attend  mcj,- 

Trials  never  more  annoy  ; 
Wearing  there  a  crown  of  glory. 

Still  the  path  Til  ne'er  forget; 
This  (hall  be  my  pleafant  (lory, 

When  arrived  at  Jefus'  feat : 
Sweet  afflidion  !  fweet  afilidion 
Brought  me  to  my  Saviour's  feet  ! 

Pearce.     a* 

HYMN  CLXXXVII.     Second  Metre. 
Chr'tjl, 
Part  I. 
I  "T X THY  (hakes  the  earth  ?  why  lean  the 
V  V       hills  ? 
See,  Ifrael's  God  approaching  nigh  1 
His  prefence  trembling  nature  feels. 
Even  his  who  did  afipend  on  high. 


^C2  The  hordes  Songs ^ 

t  By  heaven  and  earth,  the  quick  and  dead. 
Worthy  is  Chrift  to  be  ador'd, 
As  perfed,  rightful,  fovereign  head. 
The  abfolute,  and  only  Lord. 

3  The  voice  that  mov*d  the  temple-pofts— 

The  feraph  o'er  the  fapphire  throne— 
Proclaim'd  him  King,  the  Lord  of  Holts, 
The  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  One ! 

4  Glorious  Firft-born  Ancient  oi  Days  I 

For  endlefs  years  thou  art  the  fame  I 
lEre  time   thy  generation  was. 

Before  all  worlds,  we  learn  thy  fame  i 

Part  IL 

5  WHAT  glories  in  the  Father  dwell. 

The  fame  behold  in  Jefus*  face- 
Beauty  for  beauty,  there  we  tell. 
Glory  for  glory,  ibere  we  trace. 

6  He^s  precious  i  ■  Full  of  grace,  and  truth  / 

Of  ftrength,  he  is  th'  almighty  arm! 
Of  light,  he  is  the  beaming-forth  ! 
Of  life,  he  is  the  living  ftream  \ 

7  He's  white  and  red,  and  fpotlefs  fair  ; 

Ten  thoufand  fair  ones  he  excels  : 

Froni  head  to  toot,  no  charms  compare 

W^ith  his  :  here  ail  defcription  fails. 

I  Let  ev'ry  voice  and  ev*ry  heart, 

Enfiam'd  with  lo^'e's  celeftial  fire, 
la  his  hi?^h  praifes,  bear  a  part  : 

Sing,  ling  all  heaven's  fcrapfhic  choir. 


A  CoUeclhn.  205 

HYMN  CLXXXVIII.    Thirty-fourth  M«tre. 

Hops. 

*     A  ^^  ^^^  ^^^^  feeble  body  fail, 
x\.   And  let  it  faint  and  die, 
My  ibul  fhall  quit  this  mournful  vale. 

And  foar  to  worlds  on  high  ; — 
Shall  join  the  difembodied  faints, 

And  find  its  long  fought  reft  ; 
The  only  blifs  for  which  it  pants^ 

In  the  Redcenner's  bread. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown 

I  now  the  crofs  fuftain. 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down. 

And  fniile  at  toil  and  pain, 
I  fuffer  on  my  three  fcore  years. 

Till  my  Deliverer  come, 
And  wipe  away  his  fervant's  tears. 

And  take  his  exile  home- 

3  O,  what  hath  Jefus  bought  for  mt\ 

Before  my  ravjih'd  eyes. 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  fee. 

Ami  trees  of  paradife. 
I  fee  a  world  of  fpirits  bright, 

Who  tafte  the  pleafures  there  ; 
They  all  are  rob'd  in  ^potlefs  white. 

And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 

4  O,  what  are  all  my  fuffVings  here. 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptur'd  hoft  t'  appear. 
And  worfliip  at  his  feet  I 


204  The  Lord*s  Songs y 

Give  joy  or  grief,  give  eafe  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away ; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  agaia 

In  that  eternal  day. 

HYMN  CLXXXIX.     Firil  Metre. 
y^fus  Hafun'mg  to  Suffer, 
I   T^  HE  Saviour,  what  a  noble  flame 
X      Was  kindred  in  his  breaft, 
When,  haftrng  to  Jerufalem, 
He  march'd  before  the  reft  ! 

i  Good  will  for  men,  and  zeal  for  God, 
His  every  thought  engrofs : 
He  longs  to  be  bapti^'d  with  blood  ; 
He  pants  to  reach  the  crofs. 

3  With  all  his  fufferings  full  in  view, 

And  woes  to  us  unknown, 
Forth  to  the  talk  his  fpirit  flew ; 
'Twas  love  that  urg'd  him  on. 

4  Lord,  we  return  thee  what  we  can  ? 

Our  hearts  (hall  found  abroad 
'     Salvation  to  the^dying  Man, 
And  to  the  rihng  God. 

5  And  while  thy  bleeding  glories  here 

Engage  our  wondering  eyes  ; 
We  learn  our  lighter  crofs  to  bear, 

Aad  haftea  to  the  fkies.  Cowp-er. 


A  LoUection,  clo^ 

HYMN  CXC.     Tenth  Metre. 
The  Lovi  and  Lo^elinefj  of  Jsfus, 

1  SCARCELY  for  righteous  men,  men  give 
O      their  lives, 

And  for  his  enemies,  life  no  man  gives  : 
But,  this  is  love  !  behold,  the  Saviour  dies 
Yox/tnners  !  yea,  for  murderous  enemies. 

2  O  wonderous  Saviour  !  who  to  us  was  given, 
Tofnatch  from  hell,  and  raife  us  up  to  heav'nl 
Muft  he,  for  this,  endure  a  wounded  foul  ! 
Muft  he  fvveat  blood,  and  drink   the  poifon- 

ous  gall ! 

3  E'en  hearts  of  adamant  muft  melt  to  fee 
That  this  luas  done,  and  done,  vile  man,  for  thee  / 
That  he  is  God,  this,  this  alone,  doth  prove  j 
For  none  but  God  could  fhew  fuch  mighty 

love. 

4  He  is  the  brightnefs  of  th'  angelic  fphercj 
Th*  alluring  mufic  of  the  heavenly  choir. 
The  fragrancy  of  glory's  rofy  groves, 

Th'  enduring  fource  of  boundkfs  joys  and 
loves. 

/      (  A, 


HYMN  CXCI.     Fourteenth  Metre. 
Welcome  Croft, 
IS  my  previlega  below 
Not  to  live  without  the  crofsj 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know^ 
Sanctifying  ev'ry  lofs, 

T 


,  fr-pi 


fio6  The  hordes  SongSy 

Trials  muft  and  will  befal  ; 

But  with  humble  faith  to  fee 
Love  infcrib'd  upon  them  all, 
'  This  is  happinefs  to  me. 

2  God  in  Ifrael  fows  the  feeds 

Of  affli<5tion,  pain  and  toil ; 
Thefe  fpring  up  and  choke  the  weeds. 

Which  would  elfe  o'crfpread  the  foil. 
Trials  make  the  pronoife  fweet ; 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer  ; 
Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet, 

Lay  mc  low,  and  keep  me  there. 

3  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 

No  chaftifements  by  the  way  ; 
Might  1  not,  with  rcafon,  fear, 

I  (hould  prove  a  caft-away  ? 
Baflards  may  efcape  the  rod. 

Sunk  in  earthly,  vain  delight ; 
But  the  true-born  child  of  God 

Muft  not — would  not,  if  he  might. 

COWPER. 

HYMN  CXCIL     Second  Metre. 
Cemmunion  iviih  God. 
X   Y>Y  faith  in  Chrift  I  walk  with  God,  ^ 
Jj^  With  heaven  my  journey's  end  in  view ; 
Supported  by  his  ftaff  and  rod, 
My  road  is  fafe  and  pleafant  too. 

2  I  travel  through  a  defert  wide, 

Where  many  round  me  blindly  ftray ; 
But  he  vouchfafes  td  be  my  guide, 
And  will  not  let  mc  mils  my  way. 


A  Colledion,  207 

3  Though  fnares  and  dangers  throng  my  path, 

And  earth  and  hell  my  courfe  withftand  ; 
I  triumph  over  all  by  faith, 

Guarded  by  his  Almighty  hand. 

4  The  wiJdemefs  affords  no  food; 

Bat  God  for  my  fupport  prepares  ; 
Provides  me  every  needful  good, 

And  frees  my  foul  from  wants  and  cares. 

5  With  him  fweet  converfe  I  maintain  j 

Great  as  he  is,  I  dare  be  free  ; 
1  tell  him  all  my  grief  and  pain, 
And  he  reveals  his  love  to  me. 

6  Some  cordial  from  his  word  he  brings. 

Whene'er  my  feeble  fpirit  faints  ; 
At  once  my  foul  revives  and  fmgs, 
And  yields  no  more  to  fad  complaints. 

7  I  pity  all  that  worldings  talk 

Of  pleafures  that  will  quickly  end  ; 
Be  this  my  choice,  O  Lord,  to  walk 
With  thee,  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend. 
CowPER  or  Newton. 

HYMN  CXCIII.     Forty-feventh  Metre. 
m/dom. 
I   T?  RE  God  had  built  the  mountains, 

Ilj  Or  rais'd  the  fruitful  hills; 
.     Before  he  filled  the  fountains 
That  feed  the  running  rills  j 


S'CB  The  Lord's  Songs y 

In  me,  from  everlafting, 

The  Wonderful  I  AM 
Found  pleafares  never  wafting  ; 

And  Wiidoin  is  my  name. 

t  Whenr-like  a  tent  to  dwell  in. 

He  fpread  the  ficies  abroad, 
And  fwath'd  about  the  fwelling 

Of  ocean's  mighty  flood  ; 
He  wrought  by  weight  and"meafurc» 

And-I  was  with  him  then  ; 
Myfelf  the  Fath^ir's  pleafure. 

And  mine,  the  fons  of  men. 

3  Thus  wifdom's  words  difcover 

Thy  glory  and  thy  grace, 
Thou  everiafting  lover 

Of  our  unwortky  race  ! 
Thy  gracious  eye  furvey'd  us 

Ere  liars  were  feen  above  ; 
In  wifdom  thou  haft  made  us. 

And  dy'd  for  us  in  love. 

4  And  couldft  thou  be  delighted 

With  creatures  fuch  as  we. 
Who,  when  we  faw  thee,  flighted, 

And  naiPd  thee  to  a  tree  ? 
Unfathomable  wonder, 

And  myftery  divine  i 
The  Voice  that  fpcaks  in  thunder, 

Says,  **  Sinner,  I  am  thine  V 

Cow  P  El 


A  Colledlon.  '209 

HYMN  CXCIV.     Second  Metre. 
Morning. 
t      A   WAKE,  my  foul,  and  with  the  fun 
_/jL   Thy  daily  ftage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  oflF  duU  floth,  and  early  rife. 
To  pay  thy  morning  facrificc. 

2  Glory  to  God,  who  fafe  hath   kept. 
And  hath  refrefh'd  me  while  I  flept ; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  fhall  wake, 
I  may  of  endlefs  life  partake. 

3  Direct,  controul,  fuggeft,  this  day, 
All  1  defign,  or  do,  or  fay  ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  my  might. 
In  thy  fole  glory  may  unite. 

4  Praife  God,  from  whom  all  bleflings  flow  5 
Praife  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praife  him  above,  ye  heavenly  hoft  ; 
Praife  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft. 

Kennedy. 

HYMN  CXGV.      Second  Metre, 
Evening. 

1  f^  LORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
V_T  For  all  the  bleihngs  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me  !    King  of  kings, 
Under  the  fliadow  of  thy  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
Whatever  ills  this  day  I've  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myfelf  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  fleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

T    2 


^lo  The  Lord^s  Sengs y 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread.  - 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  fo  I  may 
Triumphing  rife  at  the  laft  day. 

4  O  may  my  foul  on  thee  re|K)fe, 

And  with  fweet  fleep  my  eyelids  clofe  ;" 
Sleep  that  may  me  more  vigorous  make^ 
To  ferve  my  God  when  I  awake. 


Let  my  bleft  Guardian,  while  I  fleep  ; 
Clofe  to  my  bed  his  vigils  keep  ; 
JLet  no  vain  dreams  dilturb  my  reft, 
No  powers  of  darknefs  me  moleft. 

Praife  God,  from  whom  all  bleffings  flow ; 
Praife  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praife  him  above,  ye  heavenly  hoft  ; 
Praife  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoil. 

Kennedy. 

HYMK  CXCVr.     Second  Metre. 

Thanh/giving.   Pfalm  xcv. 

[    /^  COME,  loud  anthems  let  us  fing, 

V^  Loud  thanks  to  our  Almighty  King; 

For  we  oar  voices  high  fhould  raife. 

When  our  falvation's  Rock  we  praife. 

2  Into  his  prefencc  let  us  hade, 
To  thank  him  for  his  favours  paft. 
To  him  addrefs,  in  joyful  fongs, 
Tke  praife  that  to  his  name  belongs. 


A  Collediqn.    ''  21  f 

3  For  God  the  Lord,  entliron'd  ia  (late. 
Is,  with  unrivall'd  glorj,  great ; 

A  King  fuperior  far  to  all, 

A  God  o'er  them  whom  gods  we  call. 

4  The  depths  of  earth  are  in  his  hand, 
Ker  treafures  all  at  his  command  j 
The  ftrength  of  hills  that  dare  the  fkies 
Subjected  to  his  empire  lies. 

Z' 

5  He  made  th^  fea ;  the  ^?f  abyfs 
B7  a  Creator's  right  is  his  : 

It  rolls  by  the  fame  foverei^n  hand, 
That  form'd  and  fix'd  the  folid  land. 

6  O  let  us  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  adoration  there  : 
1^0 w,  on  our  knees,  devoutly  all- 
Before  the  Lord  our  Maker  fall. 

7  Fer  he's  our  God,  ©ur  Shepherd  he  ; 
The  people  of  his  patlure,  wc , 

Come,  then,  and  like  his  flock  draw  near: 
To-day,  if  you  his  voice  will  hear. 

8  "  Let  not  your  harden'd  hearts  renew 
Your  fathers'  crimes  and  judgments  too  ; 
When  through  the  wilderneis  they  mov'd. 
And  me  with  freih  temptations  prov'd. 

9  "  They  forty  years  my  patience  gri-v'd, 
Though  daily  I  their  wants  rsiiev'd  ; 
Then— 'Tis  a  faithlefs  race,  I  faid, 
V/hofe  heart  from  m*  has  always  ftray'd. 


CI 2  The  Lord's  Songs ^ 

lo  "They  have  not  known  my  righteous  path: 
Therefore  to  them  in  fettled  wrath, 
Since  they  defpis'd  my  reft,  I  fware 
That  they  fliould  never  enter  there." 

Bradv.  a. 

HYMN  CXCVII.     Firft  Metre. 
Salvation. 
i   OALVATION!  O  melodious  found 
O    To  wretched,  dying  men  ! 
Salvation,  that  from  God  proceeds, 
And  leads  to  God  again. 

2  Refcu'd  from  helPs  eternal  gloom, 

From  fiends  and  fires  and  chains  ; 
Rais'd  to  a  paradife  of  blifs, 
Where  love  triumphant  reigns ! 

3  But,  O  !  may  a  bewildered  foul. 

Sinful  and  weak  as  mine, 
Prefume  to  raife  a  trembling  eye 
To  blefilngs  fo  divine  ? 

4  The  luftre  of  fo  bright  a  fcene 

My  feeble  heart  overbears  ; 
And  unbelief  almoft  perverts 
The  promife  into  tears. 

5  My  Saviour,  God,  no  voice  but  thine 

Thefe  dying  hopes  can  raife  ; 
Speak  thy  falvation  to  my  foul, 
And  turn  its  tears  to  praifc. 


A  ColleciiQiu  -  o.v^ 

6  My  Saviour,  God,  this  broken  voice 
Tranfported  fhali  proclaim, 
And  jcali  on  all  th*  angelic  harps 
To  found  fo  i'weet  a  name. 

D0DBS.IDG£» 

HYMN  CXCVIIi.     Second  Metre, 
HalUlujak, 

1  'T['^HAT  man  is  bleft  who  ftandc  m  awe. 

X      Of  God,  and  loves  his  facred  law  ; 
His  feed  on  earth  fhaii  be  renovvn'd, 
And  with  fucceiSve  honours  crown'd. 

2  His  liberal  favours  he  extends, 
To  feme  he  gives,  to  others  lends  ; 
To  pity  the  dilirefs'd  inclin'd, 

As  well  as  juft  to  all  mankind. 

2  His  heart,  as  he  on  God  relies, 
III  tidings  never  can  furprife  : 
Around  him  there  arifeth  light, 
That  brightens  in  afSi<5tion's  night. 

4  Befet  with  threatening  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  (hall  he  maintain  his  ground  ; 
The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  juft 
Shall  flourifli  when  he  fleeps  in  duil. 

5  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftow'd,  . 
.  Thg  feed  for  future  harveil  fow'd  ; 

His  jrighteoufnefs  iliall  yield  renowii, 
And  glory,  an  eternal  crown. 


214  7";^^  Lord's  Songs ^ 

6  Tha  wicked  (hall  his  triumph  {tt, 
^•Pgnafti  their  teeth  in  agony  ; 

^^Hlb  their  unrighteous  hopes  decay, 
And  vanifti  with  themfelves  away. 

Tate.     A 

HYMN  CXCIX.     Second  Metre. 
Righteouftiefs  in  the  Lord. 
J     TESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteoufnefs 
J    My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  drefs  ; 
'Midft  flaming  worlds,  in  thefe  array'd, 
With  joy  (hall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

s  When  from  the  duft  of  death  I  rife 
To  take  my  manfion  in  the  (kies. 
E'en  then  ftiall  this  be  all  my  plea, 
"  Jefus  hath  liv*d  and  dy'd  for  me." 

3  Bold  (hall  I  (land  in  that  great  day. 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  (hall  lay  ? 
While  through  thy  death  abfolv'd  I  am. 
From  fm's  tremendous  curfe  and  (hame. 

4  Thus  Abraham,  the  friend  of  God, 
And  all  the  hofts  made  white  with  blood, 
Saviour  of  fmncrs  thee  proclaim. 
Sinners,  of  whom  the  chief  I  am. 

5  This  fpotlefs  robe  the  fame  appears 
When  ruined  nature  fmks  in  years  : 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue  ; 
The  robe  of  Chrift  is  ever  new. 


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O  let  thy  dead  now  hear  thy  voice. 
Bid,  Lord,  thy  banifh'd  ones  rejoice 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  du 
Jefus,  the  Lord  our  Righteoufncfs.< 

MaDAN's  COLLSCTIOM^ 


I 


HYMN  CC.     Thirtieth  Metre. 

Time  and  Eternity. 
N  a  world  of  fin  and  forrow, 
Compafs'd  round  by  many  a  care. 
From  eternity  I  borrow 

Hope,  that  can  exclude  defpair.: 
Thee,  triumphant  God  and  Saviour  I 

In  the  glafs  of  faith  I  fee  i . 
O  affift  each  faiijtt  endeavour  ! 

Raife  our  earth-born  fouls  to  thee, 

2  Place  that  awful  fcene  before  us. 

Of  the  laft  tremendous  day. 
When  to  life  thou  fhalt  reftore  us. 

Lingering  ages,  hafte  away  ! 
Then  this  vile  and  finful  nature 

Incorruption  (hall  put  on  ; 
Life-renewing,  glorious  Saviour ! 

Let  thy  gracious  will  be  done. 

HYMN  CCL     Forty-firft  Metre. 
The  Lajl  Judgment. 
X  T  TE  comes !  he  comes  !  the  Judge  fevere; 
X  X  The  feventh  trumpet  fpeaks  him  near; 
Hi»  lightnings  flafh,  his  thunders  roll  : 
He's  welcome  to  the  faithful  foul ; 


2ri5  The  Lord's  Songs , 

Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcotnt. 
Welcome  to  the  faithiul  foul. 

2  From  heaven  angelic  voices  found  ! 
Sec  the  Almighty  Jefus  crown'd, 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace  ; 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face  ^. 

Glory,  fflory,  glory,  glory, 
Glory  Ilecks  the  Saviour's  face. 

3  Defcending  on  his  azure  throne, 

He  claimb  the  kingdoms  for  his  own  ; 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord  : 
Hail  him,  hail  him,  hail  him,  hail  hin*^ 
Hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord. 

4  Shout,  all  the  people  of  the  fky. 
And  all  the  faints  of  the  Moft  High  ? 
Ciir  God,  who  now  his  right  obtains. 
For  ever  and  for  ever  reigns  ; 

Ever,  ever,  evei^  ever. 
Ever  and  for  ever  reigns. 

5  The  Father  praife,  the  Son  adore, 
The  Spirit  blefs,  for  ever  mere  ; 
Salvation's  glorious  work  is  done  ; 
We  welcome  thee,  great  Three  in  Oire  ! 

Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome. 
Welcome  thee,  great  Three  in  One  I 


A  Colleciion.  ^ij 

HYMN  ecu.     Seventh  Me|re. 
The  Trump  of  Cod.      i  TheiT.  iv.  1 6. 

1  .TrjARK  !  the  trump  of  God  doth  found! 
*'■**  Xl   ^^^  ^ts  voice  is  heard  on  high  : 

Now  the  Lord  himfelf  defcends, 
With  a  Ihout  that  rends  the  fky. 

2  See,  his  dead  have  heard  the  found  ! 

Spring  immortal  from  their  ton»b, 
And  with  rapture  meet  their  Lord, 
Crying,  "  Now  thy  kingdom's  come  1** 

3  Lo  I   his  people  too  on  earth, 

In  a  moment  ohang'd,  all  rife  ; 

In  the  clouds  caught  up  with  them. 

Meet  their  Saviour  in  the  (kies. 

4  See,  mortality  of  life 

Swallow'd  Up  eternally  1 
Death,  O  Peach  !   where  is  thy  fting  ? 
Where,  O  Grave  !  thy  vidory  ? 

5  Now  all  tears  are  wip*d  away; 

Free  from  curfe,  and  free  from  paiflj 
All  ChriiVs  people  now  with  him, 
Kings  and  Priefts  forever  reign. 

6  In  the  hope  of  ail  this  joy, 

Let  us,  brethren,  fliii  be  found 
Stedfaft  inthe.faith  of  Chrift, 
And  in  love  let  us  abound. 

7  Let  his  matchlefs  love  and  grace 

To  his  work  our  fouls  conftrain. 

Knowing  that  our  labour,  wrought 

Tri  the  Lord,  (hall  not  be  vaia, 

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2i8  The  Lord's  Songs ^ 

HYMN  CCIII.     Firft  Metre. 
Thefrji  Refurrealon. 
J   y-r  AIL  1  hail !  the  happy,  wilh'd  for  day,  , 
XX   When  Jefus  ftiall  appear  :  ; 

When  the  laft  trumpet  loud  fliall  found, 
And  all  his  dead  ftiall  hear. 

2  TheyUl  burft  the  bands  of  death  with  joy, 

And  loud  hofannas  raife  : 
In  him  who  lov'd  them  they'll  rejoice, 
And  glorious  make  his  praife. 

3  «V Thou,  thou  art  worthy,"  ftill  ihall  b* 

The  burden  of  their  fong  ; 
Thou  haft  redeem' d  us,  and  to  thee 
The  glory  doth  belong.  ^ 

4  We  hope  to  join  the  grateful  note, 

And  with  loud  triumph  fmg, 
**Where,  where's  thy  viftory  now,  O  Gran. 
G  death  !  wli^e  is  thy  fting  .?" 

HYMN  CCm   ^^(ty.fecond  Metre. 
The  fecond  Advent, 
O  !  he  comes,  with  clouds  defcending, 
.   J    Once  for  favoured  fmners  flain  ! 
Thoufand  thoufand  faints,  attendmg,    ^ 
Swell  the  triuniph  cf  his  train  ! 

Hallelujah, 
Jefus  comes,  on  earth  to  reign  I 


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A  ColIeSlion.  119 

Every  eye  fliall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majefty  ; 
Thofe  who  fet  at  nought,  and  fold  him, 

Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 
Dec-ply  wailing, 

Shall  the  great  Mefliah  fee. 

Every  ifland,  fea,  and  mountain, 
Heaven  and  earth,  (hall  flee  away  ; 

All  who  hate  him,  muft,  confounded,^ 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day; 

Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment  i   come  away  ■ 

Now  redemption,  long  expe(5le5, 

See,  in  folemn  pomp  appear! 
All  his  people,  once  rejefted, 

Now  fhall  meet  him  in  the  air  : 
•  Hallelujah  ! 

See  the  day  of  God  appear  ! 

Anfwer  thine  own  bride  and  Spirit ; 

Haften,  Lord,  the  general  doom  1 
The  new  heaven  and  earth  t'  inherit, 

Take  tliy  {imiiig'^xiles  home  : 
All  creation 

Travails,  groans,  and  bids  thee  come  ! 

Yea  !   Amea  !   Let  ail  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine,  eternal  throne  ! 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory  : 

Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  ! 
O  come  quickly  1 

liallelujah"!  come.  Lord,  come. 

T0PLADY*S  COLLECTIOJT 


•ZQXt  The  Lard^s  Songs^ 

KYMN  CCV.     Thiny-fcventh  Metr«.. 
The  Juhlee. 
J  T>XOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
J3  The  gladly ,folcmn  found  j 
L.et  all  the  nations  kno  \v, 

To  earth's  remoteft  bound. 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom*d  finners,  honaco 

2  Exalt  the  Son  of  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  in  his  blood, 

Through  all  the  world  proclaim  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  gome  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  fiiiners,  homc» 

3  Ye,  who  have  fold  for  nought 

Your  heritage  above. 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought. 

The  gift  of  Jefus'  love: 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  iinners,  homev^ 

4  Ye  flaves  of  fin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive;. 
And  fafe  in  Jefus  dwell, 

And  bleft  in  Jefus  live  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,.  koroe* 

5  The  g.ofjpel-trumpet  founds  ; 

Let  all  the  nations  hear. 
And  earth's  remotefl  bounds 
Before  the  throne  appear  i 


A  CoUe6iion.  22 1 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ranlbrn'ti  fmners,  home.      Top. 

HYMN  CCVl.     Fir  ft  Metre. 
Heaven. 

1  ''  I  ''HERE  is  a  land  of  living  joy, 

X      Beyond  the  utmoft  flcies 
Where  fcenes  of  blifs,  without  alloy, 
In  boundlefs  prorpe(5l  rife. 

2  High  feated  on  a  blazing  throne, 

Th'  Eternal  God  appears ; 
Puts  all  his  fmiling  glories  on, 
And  awes  at  once,  and  cheers. 

g  The  flaughter'd  L^mb,  at  his  right  hanti, 
AfTumes  his  royal  feat  ; 
Adoring  angels  round"  him  ftand, 
His  minifters  of  ftate. 

/^  Each  breaft  with  ftrong  devotion  glows ; 
Love  every  heart  infpires  ; 
While  God's  oivn  Spirit  gently  blows, 

And  fans  the  holy  fires. 
In  ftrains  celeftial  every  tongue 

Shall  God's  high  praife  proclaim  ; 
And  all  in  concert  join  the  fong 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 
'     HYMN  CCVIL     Firft  Metre. 
^  Pro/peM  of  the  Refurre^ion. 
^  T  TOW  long  fhall  death  the  tyrant  reign, 
JL  i   And  triumph  o'er  the  juil, 
\^Tiile  the  rich  blood  of  martyrs  flain 
Lies  mingled  with  the  dull  I 


2  Si  The  Lord's  So7^g.\ 

2  Let  faith  arife  and  climb  the  hilUv. 

And  from  afar  defcry, 
How  diftant  are  his  chariot-wheels^ 
And  tell  how  faft  they  fly. 

3  Lo,  1  behold  the  fcatter'd  fhades ; 

The  dawn  of  heaven  appears  ; 
The  fweet,  immartal  morning  fpreads.;        ' 
Its  blufhes  round  the  fpheres. 

4  I  fee  the  Lord  of  Glory  come, 

And  flaming  guards  around ;  '     ; 

The  fkies  divide  to  make  hira  rooiw,. 
The  trumpet  fhakes  the  ground. 

5  I  hear  the  voice,  "YE  DEAD,  ARISE  jf' 

And,  lo,  the  graves  obey  ; 
And  waking  faints,  with  joyful  eyes. 
Salute  th*  expeiled  day. 

6  They  leave  the  duft,  and  on  the  wing 

Rife  to  the  mid-way  air  ; 
In  fhining  garments  meet  their  King, 
And  low  adore  hira  there. 

7  O  may  my  humble  fpirit  (land 

Among  them,  clothM  in  white  f 
The  meaneft  place  at  his  right  hand 
Is  infinite  delight. 

8  How  will  our  joy  and  wonder  rife. 

When  otir  returning  King 
Shall  bear  us  homeward  through  the  fkies. 
On  love's  triumphant  wing  ! 

Watts. 


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A  Coliedionn  %ZS 

HYMN  CCVIII.     Second  Metre. 
Happlmfs  of  helng  nvith  Chrijl. 
HILE4on  the  verge  of  life  I  ftandj 


And  view  the  fcene  on  either  handj 
My  fpirit  ftruggles  with  my  clay. 
And  longs  to  wing  its  flight  away. 

3  Where  Jefus  dwells,  my  foul  would  be  ; 
And  faints  my  much>lov*d  Lord  to  fee. 
Earth,  twine  no  more  about  my  heart, 
For  'tis  far  better  to  depart. 

3  Come,  ye  angelic  envoys,  come. 
And  lead  the  willing  pilgrim  heme  5 
Ye  know  the  way  to  Jefus^  throne, 
Source  of  my  joys,  and  of  your  own. 

4  That  blifsful  interview,  how  fweet  ! 
To  ic\\\  tranfported  at  his  feet  ! 
Rais'd  iri  his  arms,  to  view  his  face. 
Through  the  full  beamings  of  his  grace  i 

5  As  with  a  feraph's  voice  to  fmg  ! 
To  fly  as  on  a  cherub's  wing  ! 
Performing  with  unwearied  hands 
The  prefentSaviour's  high  commands, 

6  Y'et,  with  thefe  profpe<5ls  full  in  fight. 
We'll  wait  thy  fignal  for  the  flight  ; 
For  while  thy  fervice  we  purfue, 
We  find  a  heaven  in  all  we  do. 

D0DDRI©GS« 


224  The  Lord*  s  Songs  J 

HYMN  CGIX.  . .  Firft  Metre. 
Salvation  Approaching.      Rom.  xiu..il. 
2      A   WAKE,  ye  faints,  and  lift  ypureyes, 
JVjl  And  raife  your  voices  high  ; 
Awake,  and  praiie  that  Sovereign  love 
'    That  fliows  falvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies ; 

Each  moment  brings  it  near  ; 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day, 
And  each  reyolving  year. 

3  Not  many  years  their  round  fhali  run. 

Nor  many  mornings  rife, 
Ere  all  its  glories  ftand  reveal'd 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  fpeed  your  courfe  : 

YcTnortal  powers,  decay  ; 
Faft  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
ji'e  bring  eternal  day. 

°   '^  '  DoDDRIDGt. 

HYMN  CCX.     Fifteenth  Metre. 
^ he  future  Peace  and  Glory  of  the  Church* 
Ifaiah  Ix.  15 — 20. 
I   TT  E  AR  what  God  the  Lord  hath  fpokcn; 
Xx    O  my  people,  faint^nd  few, 
Comfortlefs,  afflidled,  broken, 
Fair  abodes  1  build  for  you. 
l^'Ixorns  ofheart-felt  tribulation 

_  Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways  ; 

You  (hall  name  your  walls,  falvation, 

And  your  gates  ihall  all  be  praiie. 


A  Collc5tion.  225 

J  There,  like  ftreams  that  feed  the  garden, 

Pleafures  without'end  fhall  flow  ; 
For  the  Lord,  your  faith  rewarding. 

Ail  his  bouncy  Orall  beftow  : 
Still,  in  undifturb'd  poffeffion, 

Peace  and  righteoufnefs  iliall  reign  j 
Never  ihall  you  feel  oppreffion — 

Hear  the  voice  of  war  again- 

5  Ye,  no  more  your  fun  defcending. 
Waning  moons  no  mors  fliall  fee  ; 
But,  your  griefs  forever  ending. 

Find  eternal  noon  in  me. 
*  God  fhall  rife,  and,  (hining  o*er  you. 
Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night ;. 
He,  the  Lord,  fiiall  be  your  glcry, 
God,  your  everlafting  light. 

CoWP5R, 

HYMN  CCXI.     Fourteeath  Metre.     . 
Prayer  for  Children. 
\  ^  R  ACIOUS  Lord,  our  children  fee  i 
VJT   By  thy  mercy  we  are  free  j 
But  fhall  thefe,  alas  !  remain 
Subjects  llill  of  Satan's  reign  ? 
IfraePs  young  ones,  when,  of  old, 
Pharaoh  threatened  to  withhold; 
Then  thy  meiTenger  faid,  "  No  ; 
Let  the  children  alfo  go." 

2  When  the  angel  of  the  Lord, 
Drawing  forth  his  dreadful  fworcJ^ 
Slew,  with  an  avenging  hand, 
All  the  firft-born  of  the  land  '^ 


226  Th^  Lord's  So  figs. 

Then  thy  peoples  doors  he  pafs'd, 
Where  the  bloody  fign  was  plac'd. 
Hear  us  now,  upon  our  knees, 
Plead  the  blood  of  Chrift  for  theTe  I 

3   Lord,  we  tremble,  for  we  know 
How  the  fierce,  malicious  foe, 
Wheeling. round  his  watchful  flight, 
Keeps  thera  ever  in  his  fight. 
Spread  thy  pinions,  Ki.)g  of  Kings  ; 
Hide  them.fafe  beneatli  thy  wings, 
Left  the  ravenous  bird  of  prey 
Stoop,  and  bear  the  brood  away. 

CCWPEB., 

HYjMN  CCXIL     Forty -eighth  Metre.  ., 
For  a  national  Faji  Day.  "■ 
I   y^READFUL,fin-chaftifihg  God, 
'  JL/    If  the  decree  is  paft, 
If  the  long-impending  rod 

Muft  fcourge  our  land  atlaft  j 
When  thou  rifeft  to  reprove 

'The  Tinners  who  thy  judgments  dare, 
Spare  the  remnant,  Lord,  in  love, 
Thy  praying  people  fpare. 

t  If  on  fuch  a  land  as  this 

Thou  rnuft  avenged  be, 
Yet  preferve  in  perfed  peace, 

The  fouls  that  truft  in  thee  : 
Hide  their  precious  lives  above, 

And  make  them  thy  peculiar  cTiXt ; 
Spare  the  remnant,  Lord,  in  love  ; 

Thy  praying  people  fpare. 


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Mark  the  men  who  'deeply  figh. 

Our  nature's  guilt  to  view  ; 
Hear  their  deprecating  cry. 

And  lave  the  mournful  few  ; 
Far  from  them  thy  plague  remove. 

The  famine  and  the  vvafte  of  war  : 
Spare  the  remnant,  Lord,  in  love, 

Thy  praying  people  fpare. 

On  thy  little  flock  of  fheep 

O  let  thy  goodnefs  Ihine  ! 
Smile  on  us,  who  wifh  to  weep 

Beneath  the  hand  divine. 
Help  us,  O  thou  holy  Dove, 

To  breathe  the  much- availing  prayer  r 
Spare  the  remnant,  Lord,  in  love, 

Thy  praying  people  fpare. 

HYMN  CCXIIL     Forty-ninth  Metre.- 
T^.-  Lapfe  of  7 me. 

COME,  let  us  anew  our  journey  purfucj 
Roll  round  with  the  year. 
And  never  ftand  ftill  till  our  Mafter  appear! 
His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfil, 

And  our  talents  improve,  [love. 

By  the  patience  of  hope,   and  the  labour  of 

Our  life  is  a  dream,  our  time,  as  a  ftream, 

Glides  fwiftly  away. 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refufes  to  ftay : 
The  arrow  is  flows,  the  moment  is  gone  ; 

The  millennial  year 
Ruflies  on  to  our  view,  and  eternitv's  ^^*"  * 


.iu3  The  Lord's  Songs, 

3  O  that  each,  in  the  day  of  his  coming,  may 

fay, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through, 

"  I  have  finllh'd  the  work  thou  didft  give 

me  to  do  !"  [glad  word, 

O  that  each  from  his  Lord  may  receive  the 

"Well  and  faithfully  done  ;       [throne." 

Enter   into  my  joy,   and  lit  down  on  my 

KYMN  CCXIV.     Second  Metre. 
Prayer  anf'mered  by  Crojfes. 

1  X  ASK*d  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
X    In  faith  ar^d  love  and  every  grace  -, 
Might  more  of  his  falvation  know. 

And  feek  more  earneftly  his  face. 

2  'Tv/as  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 

And  he,  I  truft,  has  anfwered  prayer^ 
But  it  has  been  in  fuch  a  way 
As  almoft  drove  me  to  defpair. 

1 

3  I  hop'd  that  In  fome  favour'd  hour. 

At  once  heM  grant  me  my  requef^* 
And  by  his  love's  conftraining  power 
Subdue  my  iins,  and  give  me  reft^ 

4  Inflead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart. 
And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 
AiTauit  my  foul  in  every  part. 

5  Yea,  more,  with  his  own  hand  he  f^emM 

-Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe ; 


A  CoUeHkn^  229 

Crofs'd  all  the  fair  defigns  I  feiiemM, 
Blafted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low, 

6  "  Lord  !  why  is  this  \"  I  trembling  cry'd  : 

"  V7ih  thou  purfue  thy  worm  to  death?'* 
"  'Tis  in  diis  way,"  the  Lord  reply'd, 
"  I  anfwer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith, 

7  '*  Thefe  inward  trials  I  employ 

From  felf  and  pride  to  fet  thee  free  ; 
And  break  thy  fchemes  of  worldly  joy, 
That  thou  may'ft  feek  thy  all  in  me.'^ 

Newtom* 

HYMN  CCXV.     Forty.fifth  Metre. 
Every  Creafure  ct  God'j  Command* 

1  "F?  LIJAH's  example  declares, 

r^   Whatever  diftrefs  may  betide, 
The  faints  may  commit  all  their  cares 

To  him  who  will  always  provide. 
When  rain  long  withheld  from  the  earth 

Occafioii'd  a  famine  of  bread, 
The  Prophet,  fecur'd  from  the  dearth. 

By  ravens  was  conftantly  fed. 

2  More  likely  to  rob  than  to  f^ed, 

Were  ravens,  who  live  upon  prey  ; 
But  where  the  Lord's  people  have  need. 

His  goodnefs  will  find  out  a  way. 
Thi&  inftanci  to  thofe  may  feem  ftrange, 

Vrtio  know  not  how  faith  can  prevail  ; 
But  fooaer  all  nature  Ihall  change 

Thaa  one  of  God's  promifes  fail. 

X 


'23©  ^^^  Lord's  Songs ^ 

3  Nor  is  it  a  fingular  cafe  ; 

The  wonder  is  often  renewM  ; 
And  many  may  fay,  to  God's  praife. 

By  raveas  he  fendeth  them  food. 
Thus  worl dings,  thougJi  ravens  indeed^, 

Though  greedy  and  feififh  their  min^ 
If  God  has  a  fervant  to  feed, 

Againft  their  own  wills  can  be  kind. 

4  Thus  Satan,  the  raven  unclean. 

That  croaks  in  the  ears  of  the  faiats, 
,-  0*erruPd  by  a  power  unfeen, 

Adminifters  oft  to  their  wants. 
God  teaches  them  how  to  find  food 

From  all  the  temptations  they  fe^l  c 
This  raven,  who  thirfts  for  my  blodd. 
Has  help  me  to  many  a  meal. 

5  How  fafe  and  how  happy  are  they 

Who  on  the  good  Shepherd  rely  ! 
^e'll  give  them  out  ftrength  for  their  darj 

Their  wants  he  will  furely  fupply. 
He,  ravens  and  lions  can  tame  \' 

All  creatures  obey  his  command  : 
Then  let  me  rejoice  in  his  n^me. 

And  leave  all  mj  cares  in  his  hand. 

Newtow* 

HYMN  GCXVI.     Firft  Metre. 
The^fiall  he  mine,  faith  the  Lord,       MalacKi  H- 

.6— 18. 
I    X  XT  HEN  finncrs  utter  boafting  wordi!^ 
V  T       And  glory  in  their  fhame, 
T^Ixe  Lord,  well  pleas'd,  an  ear  affords 
T*  ^K^fs  who  fear  his  name. 


A  ColUaion.  12^1 

%  They  often  meet  to  fcek  his  face, 
And  what  they  do,  or  fay, 
Is  noted  in  his  book  of  grace, 
Ag^inft  another  day. 

5  For  they  by  faith  a  day  defcry, 
And  joyfully  expe*ft, 
"WTien  he,  ddcending  from  the  iky, 
His  jewels  will  collsct. 

4  Unnotic'd'now,  becaufe  unknown, 

A  poor  aTid  fuffering  few, 
lie  comes  to  claim  them  for  his  own. 
And  bring  them  forth  to  view. 

5  With  tranfport  then  their  Saviour's  care 

And  favour  they  fhall  prove  ; 
As  tender  parents  guard  and  fparc 
The  children  of  their  love. 

^  Aflembled  worlds  will  then  difcem, 
The  faints  alone  are  blcft  ; 
When  wrath  fhall  like  an  oven  burn, 
.'ind  vengeance  ftrike  the  reft. 

Nktvtow. 

'  HYMN  CCXVn.  Second  Metre. 
Jehovah-T/'ulkenu.  Jerem.  xxiii.  S. 
ET  others  m  their  brightcfl:  drefs, 


L 


The  excellence  of  creatures,  Ihine  ; 
The  Lord  fh'ill  be  my  riglueoufnefs. 
The  Lord  himfclf,  forever  mine. 


1^32  The'  LoreTs  Sorfgs^ 

7.  A  righteohifnefs  cf  equal  date 

With  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghot*.» 
As  God  himfelf,  my  Iterious,  great. 
Is  this,  that  faves  the  fmner  loft  ! 

3  The  everlafting  righteoufnefs, 

By  the  Redeemer's  blood  brought  in. 
Has  wrought  on  earth  alTurance,  peace, 
Tranfgrefllon  finifh'd,  ended  fm. 

4  Whllft  faints'  and  angels'  righteoufnefs  -     ■ 

A  guilty  world  proclaims  aloud. 
My  tongue  Ihall  talk  alone  of  this — 
Foundation  of  the  mount  of  God  ! 

5  Drop  down,  ye  heavens,  from  above. 

Pour  down  through  all  the  opening  fkie?. 
And  fill"  the  earth  with  light  and  love. 
As  waters  cover  all  the  feas  ! 

6  Sing,  O  ye  heavens — 'tis  deep  and  high ! 

More  than  the  waters  of  the  flood  ! 

Shout,  all  the  earth — behold,  'tis  nigh  ! 

It  comes  to  men,  the  gift  of  God  1 

Ah 

HYMN  CCXVIIL     iForty-eighth  Metre, 
The  Bacifiiaer's  Prayer. 
\    TESITS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
Ji    Call  back  a  wandering  flieep; 
Falfe  to  thee  like  Peter,  1 
Would  fain  like  Peter  weep  ; 


-  ^A  CoIleSlion,  .   "  2  3  j 

Let  me  be  hj  grace  reftorM, 

On  mc  be  ail  its  freensis  fhown  ; 

Turn  and  look  upon  mc,  Lord, 
And  break  my,  heart  of"  ftoas. 

Sarionr,  Prince,  cnthron'd  above, 

Repentance  to  impart. 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love. 

The  humble,  contrite  heart  ; 
Give  what  1  have  long  implor'd,,  - 

A  portion  of  thy  love  unknown  ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me.  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  ftone. 

See  me.  Saviour,  from  above, 

Nor  fuffer  me  to  die  ; 
Life,  and  happinefs,  and  love, 

Smile  in  thy  gracious  eye  :     ^ 
Speak  the  reconciling  word. 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down  j 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  ftone. 

Look,  a?  vv'ith  that  pitying  eye, 

Which  clos'd  that  vrer  m.ight  live  ; 
Speak,  as  -at  the  point  to  die,  ■  -  -^  ■ 

«•  Father,''  thou  laid'ft,  *'  Forgive !  '* 
Yea,  as  with  that  dying  word,  '' 

He  turns, andlooks,  and  cries,  "'Tisdonc!''- 
O!  my  lovmg,  bleeding  Lord, 

This  breaks  my  heart  of  ftone, 

A, 
X    2 


f34  The  Lord's  Simgs, 

HYMN  CCXIX.     Fift7-fira  Metre. 
jidoptton» 
\   T"     ET  others  boaft  their  ancient  line, 
|l  J    In  long  fucceflion  great ; 
In  the  proud  lift  let  heroes  fhine. 
And  monarchs  fwell  the  ftace  ; 
Defcended  from  the  King  of  Kings, 
Each  faint  a  nobler  title  fings. 

%  Pronounce  me,  gracious  God,  thy  fon. 

Own  me  an  heir  divine  ; 
I'll  pity  princes  on  the  throne, 

When  I  can  call  thee  mine  : 
Sceptres  and  crowns  unenvied  rife. 
And  lofe  their  lu&re  in  mine  eyes. 

3  Content,  obfcure,  I  pafs  my  days, 

To  all  I  meet,  unknown, 
And  wait  till  thou  thy  child  fhalt  raife. 

And  feat  me  near  thy  throne  : 
No  n'ame,  no  honours,  here  I  crave, 
Well  pleas'd  with  thofe  beyond  the  grave. 

4  Jefus,  my  elder  brother,  lives  ; 

With  him  I  too  Ihall  reign  ; 
Nor  fin,  nor  death,.-,  whri-le  he  furvives. 

Shall  make  the  promife  vain  : 
In  him  my  title  (lands  fe&ure, 
And  fhall,  while  endlefs  years  endure. 

5  When  he,  in  robes  divinely  bright, 

Shall  once  again  appear, 
Thou  too,  my  fonl,  fhak  fliiae  in  lightj 
And  his  full  image  bear. 


A  CoUeciion.  235 

Enough  ! — I  wait  th'  appointed  day  : 
BlelVd  Saviour,  hafte  and  come  away. 

Cruttenden/, 

HYMN  CCXX.     Fifcy.fecond  Metre. 
Dijlhiguifli'mg  Grace.      Jer.  xxxvii. 
I   T  N  rongs  of  fublime  adoration  and  praife, 
X  Ye  pilgrims,  for  Sion  who  prefs,  [Days, 
Break  forth  and  exrol  the  Grey.t  Ancient  of 
His  rich  and  diftinguiihing  grace. 

3  His  love,  from  eternity  fix'd  upon  you, 
Eroke  forth  and  difcovered  its  flame. 
When   each  with  the  cords  of  his  kindncls 
he  drew, 
And  brought  you^o  know  his  great  name. 

3  O  had  he  not  pitied  the  ftate  you  were  in. 

Your  bofoms  his  love  had  ne'er  felt ; 
You  ail  would  have  liv*d,  would  have  dy'd 
too,  in  lin, 
And  funk  vvith  the  load  of  yoiar  guilt. 

4  What  is  there  in  you  that  could  gain  his  ef- 

teem, 
Or  give  the  Creator  delight  ? 
^Twai  "even  fo.  Father," you  ever  muftfing, 
"  Becaufe  it  feem'd  good  in  thy  fight.*' 
J  'Twas  all  of  thy  grace  we  were  bjought  to 
obey. 
While  others  were  fufFer'd  to  go      [way. 
The  road  v/hich  by  nature  we  chofe  as  our 
Which  Iciids  to  the  regions  of  woe. 


236  The  L^^rd's  Songs, 

6  Then  give  all  the  glory  tp  his  holy-  name  % 
To  him  all  the  glir>ry  beloivgs ;         [fame^ 
Be  yours  the  high  joy  itill  to  found  forth  his 
And  crown  him  in  each  of  your  fongs. 

Kennedy, 

HYMN  CCXXI.     Tvvemy-fecond  Metre. 
Z/O,  Hd  comet/:, 
J    T"     O  !   He  cometh  !   countlefs  trumpets 
I    I    Blow  before  the  bloody  fign  ; 
'Midft  ten  thoufand  faints  and  angels 
.   See  the  crlicified  ihine  :. 

Hallelujah, 
Welcome,  welcome,  bleeding  Lamb  1 

t  Now  his  merit  by  the  harpers, 

Through  th'  eternal  deep  refounds  ; 
Now  refplendent  fhine  his  nail-prints'; 
Every  eye  lliall  fee  his  wounds  : 
They  who  pierc'd  him 
Shall  at  his  appearaHce  wail. 

3  Full  of  joyful  expefiation, 

Saints  behold  the  Judge  appear  ; 
Truth  and  juliice  go  before  hirn^; 

Now  the  joyful  fentence  hear ; 
Hallelujah, 
Welcome,  welcome,  Judge  Divine. 

4  *'Come,  ye  blefled  of  my  Father, 

*'  Enter  into  life  and  joy  ; 
"  Eanifh  all  yoiir  fears  «ind  forrows  ; 

*'  Endlefs  prai/e'  be  your  employ  : 
"\''ou  have  own'd  me— 
**  Welcome,  welcome  to  the  ikies." 


A  Cotlecfion,  237 

Now  4t-oncfr  they  rife  60  glory  ; 

Jslus  brings  them  to  the  King  ; 
There,  with  all  the  hofts  of  heaven, 

They  eternal  anthems  fmg : 
Hallelujah, 
^oundiels  ^lory  to  the  Lamb.* 

RiPPGS's  COLLECTJOK- 


*7/r  L Air's  Celkahn,  from  the  third  wrfeto  the 
endy  it  is  thttt  .*    " 

EVERY  ifland,  lea  and  mountain. 
Heaven  and  earth,  fiiall  flee  away. 

All  who  hate  him,  mufi:,  athamed. 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day. 

Come  to  judgment,  come,  &c.  come,  &c^ 

Stand  before  the  Son  of  Man. 

Saints,  who  love  him,  view  his  glory. 

Shining  in  his  bruifed  face  ; 
His  dear  perfon,  on  the  rainbow. 

Now  hi5  people's  head  fhall  raife. 
Happy  mourners,  happy,  &£.  happy,  &c., 
L.0,  in  clouds  he  comes,  he  comes. 

Now  redemption,  long  expe<5ted. 

See  in  folemn  pomp  appear  : 
All  his  people,  once  rejetftcd. 

Now  fliall  meet  him  in  the  air. 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah. 
Now  tbe  promis'd  kingdom's  come* 


23  S  7"Z>f  Lord's  Songf^ 

6  View  him  fmiling,  now  determin'd 
Every  evil  to  deftroy  ; 
All  the  nations  now  fliall  fing  him 

Song's  of  eyerlafting  joy.  [quickly, 

O  come  quiclily,  O  come  quickly,  O  come 
"    Kailelujah,  come,  Lord,  come. 

KYMN.  CCXXIL     Twenty-fecond  Metre. 
Day  of  jfudgment. 

1  "T^  AY  of  Judgment  I  day  of  wonders  3 
\J    Kark,  /:he  trumpet's  av/ful  found. 
Louder  than  a  thoufand  thunciers. 

Shakes  the  vaft  creation  round] 
How  the  fummons 
Will  the  finner's  heart  confound  ! 

2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Cloih'd  in  majsfty  divine  { 
You,  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  ih all  fay,  "  This  God  is  mmcl** 
Gracious  Saviour, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine  1 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

RifV  to  life  from  earth  and  fea  ; 
«    All  the  powers  of  nature,  Ihaken 
Ey  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee  : 
Carelefs  fmner,  ' 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Horrors,  paft  imagination, 

Will  fui-prifs  your  trembling  heart, 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 
''*       Kenie,  accurfed  wretch,  depart  1 


»t 


A  Colledion.  239 

Thou  with  Satan 
And  his  angels,  have  thy  parti" 

But  to  thofe  who  have  confelTed, 

Lov'd  and  ferv'd,  the  Lord  below. 
He  will  fay,  *'  Come  Gear,  ye  blefTed, 
See  the  kingdom  1  beftow  ; 
*<  You  forever 

**  Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 

6  Under  forrows  and  reproaches. 

May  this  ihought  our  courage  raife — - 
Swiftly  God's  Great  Day  approaches ; 
Sighs  fliall  then  be  chang'd  to  praife  : 
May  we  triutnph 
When  the  world  is  in  ablaze. 

Newton. 

HYMiV  CCXXITI.     Second  Metre. 
The  Death  of  Saints. 

1  /^UR  lifer's  a  cry,  a  groan,  a  figh  ; 
\J    We  live,  and  then  begin  to  die  ; 

Death  fteals  upon  us  while  we're  green^ 
Behind  us  digs  a  grave  unjTeen. 

2  But  oh  !  how  great  a  mercy  this, 
That  death  fhould  be  a  gate  to  blifs ! 
While  yet  the  body's  fcarce  undrefs'd. 
The  foul  afcends  to  heavenly  reft. 

3  The  Saints  !  death  fwallows  up  their  fears,- 
Their  grave-clothes  wipe  av»-ay  their  tears  j 
Wbylhould  they  fear  this  parting  pain, 

^■»  die  that  they  may  live  n^ain  ? 


240  The  LorcTs  Sc7:gs^ 

4  Ah  !  how  the  Refurredtion  Light 
Will  clarify  believers*  fight  : 
How  joyful  then  will  they  arlfe, 
And  rub  the  duft  from  olF  their  eyes, 

5  Their  fouls  and  bodies  they  may  truft; 
With  him  who  numbers  every  duft  ; 
Alfur'd  that  he  the  charge  will  keep  ; 
Their  death  is  but  a  friendly  fleep.  A- 

HYMN  CCXXIV.     Fifty-third  Metre, 
ffljh  Praifes. 
I    O  ING,  my  foul,  thy  Saviour's  merit, 
O    Glory,  glory,  glory  ; 
Peace  it  gives  my  troubled  fpirit. 

Glory,  glory,  glory  ! 
Sprinkled  with  his  precious  blood. 

Glory,  glory,  glory  ; 
Reft  [  Hnd  in  thee,  my  God, 

Glory,  glory,  glory  ! 

2  Cry,  ye  Saints,  whilft  he  is  pleading, 

AVorthy,  worthy,  worthy  ; 
With  the  Father  interceding— 

Worthy,  worthy,  worthy  f 
He,  the  fpotlefs  Lamb  of  God, 

Worthy,  worthy,  worthy  ; 
Lov'd,  and  wafhM  us  in  his  blood - 

Worthy,  worthy,  worthy. 

3  Say,  O  every  creature  living. 
Glory,  glory,  glory  ; 
Bleftlng,  honour  and  thaukfgiving, 
Glory,  glory,  glory  ! 


Holy  IS  the  Lord  of  Hoft, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  ; 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

Holy,  holy,  holy. 

4  BlelTed  be  the  God  of  heaven, 

Blelfed,  ble/Ted,  bleffed. 
Who  has  all  our  fins  forgiven  ; 

Bleffed,  blcffed,  bleffed  : 
Praifed  be  his  holy  name  ; 

Praifed,  praifed,  praifed, 
Now  and  evermore,  amen  ; 

Praifed,  praifed,  praifed.  A, 

HYMN  CCXXV.     Fifty-fourth  Metre. 
7" he  Chrtjiian  Longing  to  depart. 
I   TT*  AINT  is  my  head,  and  fick  my  heart, 
J7     Whilft  thou  doft  ever,  ever  ftay  ! 
Fixt  in  my  foul  I  feel  the  dart ; 

Groaning  I  feel  it  night  and  day  ; 
Come,  Lord,  and  fhow  thyfelf  to  me. 
Or  take  me  up  to  thee. 

i  Canft  thou  withhold  thy  healing  grace. 
So  kindly  laviih  of  thy  blood  ; 
\^^ien,  fwiftly  trickling  down  thy  face. 

For  fin  the  purple  current  flow'd  ? 
Come,  Lord,  and  fhew  thyfelf  to  mc. 
Or  take  me  up  to  thee. 

3  O  loofe  this  frame,  life's  knot  untie  \ 
That  my  free  foul  may  ufe  her  wing» 

Y 


^42  The  Lord's  Songs, 

Now  pinion' d  with  mortality, 

A  weak,  entangled  wretched  thing  ; 

Come,  Lord,  and  (hew  thyfelf  to  me, 
Or  take  me  up  to  thee. 


4  Why  (hould  I  longer  ftay  and  groan  ? 

The  moft  of  me  to  heaven  is  fled ; 
My  thoughts  and  joys  are  thither  gone  ; 

To  ail  below  I  now  am  dead  : 
Come,  Lord,  and  fliew  thyielf  to  me. 

Or  take  me  up  to  thee. 

HYMN  CCXXVL      Thirty>fifth  Metre. 

"The  heavenly  Lover. 

1  T  T  E  dies  \  the  ff iend  of  fmners  dies  { 
Xn   Lo,  Salem's  daughters  weep  around; 
A  folemn  darknefs  veils  the  (kies  ! 

A  fudden  trembling  fhakes  the  ground  ! 
Come,  faints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 

For  him  whogroanM  beneath  your  load! 
He  fhed  a  thoafand  drops  for  you, 
.  A  thoufand  drops  of  richer  blood  I 

2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  ; 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  meni 
But  lo  !   what  fudden  joys  we  fee  1 

Jefus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 
The  rifmg  God  forfakcs  the  tomb  : 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies  j 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home. 

And  Ih^'j^  h^'n  weiramc  to  the  fkies  J 


A  CoUenion.  243. 

Break  off  your  tears,  ye  faints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  grsat  Deliverer  reigns  ! 
Sing  how  hefpoil'd  the  hofts  of  hell, 

And  led  the  monfter.  Death,  in  chains ! 
Say,  "  Live  forever,  wondercus  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  and  ftrong  to  fave  !" 
Then  a{k  the  monfter,  "Where's  thy  fting  ? 

And  whcre's  thy  vidory,  boafting  grave  V* 

Watts. 

HYMN  CCXXVII.     Thirteenth  Metre. 
Eaflsr-day 

CHRIST  the  Lord  is  rifen  to-day, 
Sons  of  men,  and  angels,  fay  1 
Raife  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  ;      Hal. 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 

Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 

Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won  ; 

Lo  !  the  fun's  eclipfe  is  o'er.        Hallelujah, 

Lo  !  he  fits  in  blood  no  more. 

Vain  the  ftone,  the  watch,  the  {q^\  ; 
Chrift  hath  burft  the  gates  of  hell .: 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rife.     Hallelujah, 
Chrift  has  open'd  Paradife. 

Lives  again  our  glorious  King. 

Where,  O  death,  p  now  thy  fting  ! 

Once  he  dy'd  our  fouls  to  fave;  Hallelujah, 

Where  thy  vixSory,  O  grave  ! 

Soar  we  now  where  Chrift  has  led, 
Following  Gur  exalted  Head  : 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rife,  Hallelujah, 
Ours  the  crofs,  the  grave,  the  Ikies. 


244  T'Z'^  LorcTs  Songs^ 

6  What  though  once  we  perifh'd  all, 
Partners  of  our  parent's  fall  ; 

Secoixi  life  let  us  receive.  Hallelujah^ 

In  our  heavenly  Adam  live. 

7  Hail,  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven  ! 
Praife  to  thee  by  both  be  given  \ 

Thee  we  greet  triumphant  how,  Hallelujahs 
Hail  the  refurredtion — thou  I 

HYMN  CCXXVIII.     Forty.fifth  Metre. 
Thejame  Suhje£t, 

t   TJ  EHOLD  !  tlie  bri^^ht  morning  appears,* 
jTi   And  Jefus  revives  from  the  grave  ; 
His  riling  removes  all  our  fears, 

And  ihows  him  almighty  to  fave. 
How  ftrong  were  his  tears  and  his  cries ! 

The  worth  of  his  blood,  how  divine  ! 
How  perfed  is  his  facrifice, 

Who  rofe,  though  he  fuffer'd  for  fin  ! 

^  The  Man  who  was  crowned  with  thorns. 

The  Man  who  on  Calvary  dy'd  ; 
The  Man  wh'b  bore  fcaurging  and  fcorn. 

Whom  finners  agreed  to  deride  ; 
Now  bleffed  forever  is  made, 

And  life  has  rewarded  his  pain  ; 
Now  glory  has  crowned  his  head  ; 

Heaven  fings  of  the  Lamb  that  was  flain. 

3  Believing,  we  fliare  in  his  joy  ; 

By  faith  we  partake  of  his  refl  ; 
In  hope  we  can  cheerfully  die  ; 
With  him  we  expc<fl  to  bleli. 


A  ColleBion,  245 

This  makes  us  regardlefs  of  fame. 
And  riches  and  honours  defpife  ; 

We  fufferfor  Jefus  Chrift's  name. 
And  die  that  ijvith  him  we  may.  rife, 

4  We  wait  for  his  coming  again. 

To  raife  us  in  glory  with  him  ; 
Then  gladnefs  his  faints  fhall  obtain, 

His  foes  fhall  be  clothed  with  fhamc. 
Then  fliall  his  afflided  and  poor. 

From  duft  and  the  dunghill  be  rais'd  ; 
Their  want  and  difgrace  are  no  more  : 

By  him  they  with  princes  are  plac'd. 

^  Then  will  he  mod  fully  reward 

The  kindnefles  done  to  his  name; 
For  faithfully  he  has  declar'd, 

He  takes  them  as  deeds  done  to  him  : 
"  Ye  bled  of  my  Father,  come  near, 
Sit  down  on  my  heavenly  throne, 
Inherit  the  kingdom  prepar'd 

For  thofe  who  delight  in  his  Son." 

6  Then  let  us  look  forward  to  this. 
And  joyfully  take  up  the  crofs  ; 
His  fervants  fhall  be  where  he  is, 

And  all  that  we  lofe  is  but  drofs. 
They're  honour'd  whom  he  fhall  approve  ; 

Their  riches  fhall  never  decay  ; 
Tbeir  joy  is  complete  in  his  love, 
Their  tears  fhall  be  all  wip'dawayv 

Hart, 

y  % 


1-4^  The.  Lor (Ts  Songs ^ 

HYxMN  CCXXIX.     Second  Metre, 

RefurreSion  and  Jfcmjton.  Pfalm  xzlr... 

X.   f^  UR  Lord  is  rifen  from  the  dead, 
V^    Our  Jefus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  paptive  led. 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  Ik  v. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angeis  chant  the  folemn  lay, 
**  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  i_ 
Ye  everiafting  doors,  give  way  1" 

3  Loofe  all  your  bars  of  mafTy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  fcene  ; 
He  claims  thofe  manfions  as  his  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

4  "  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  v/no  r" 

The  Lord,  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame  ; 
The  world,  fm,  death  and  hell  o'erthrew  ;^ 
And  Jefus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

5  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits,, 

And  angels  chant  the  folemn  lay, 
"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  j; 
Ye  everlafting  doors,  give  way  1" 

6  "  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  ?" 

The  Lord,  of  boundlefs  power  pofTei^^ 
The  King  of  faints  and  angels  too, 
Grod  over  all,  forever  bleft. 


A  ColleEtiort,  ^a^j 

HYMN  CCXXX.     Fourteenth  Metre. 
Afcenfion. 

HAIL  the  day  that  fees  him  rife, 
Ravilh'd  from  our  wiOiful  eyes  I 
Chrift,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Re-afcends  his  native  heaven  ; 
There  the  pompous  triumph  waits  ; 
**  Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  1 
"  Wide  unfold  the  radiant  fcene, 
"  Take  the  King  of  Glory  in  V 

Him,  though  higheft  heaven  receives. 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves  ; 
Though  returning  to  his  throne. 
Still  he  ^alls  the  world  his  own  : 
Still  for  us  he  intercedes. 
Prevalent  his  death,  he  pleads  ; 
Nejtt  himfelf  prepares  our  place, 
Harbiiiger  of  human  race. 

Mafter,  (may  v/e  ever  fay) 
Taken  from  our  head  to-day. 
See  thf  "faithful  iVrvants,  fee. 
Ever  gazmg  up  to  thee  1 
Grant,  though  parted  from  our  light. 
High  above  yon  a'k.uie  height, 
Grant,;  our.  hearts  may  thither  rife, 
I  oil  owing  thee  above  the  ities. 

Ever  upward  let  us  move. 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love  ; 
Looking  wh^n  our  Lord  Ihall  come, 
Longing  for  a  happier  home. 


i44?  The  hordes  Songs, 

There  we  (hall  with  thee  remain. 
Partners  of  thine  endlefs  reign  ; 
There  thy  face  unclouded  fee, 
Find  our  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 

HYMN  CCXXXI.     Seventh  Metre. 
Intercejton, 

1  TTEAR,  O  heavens  !  O  earth,  attend! 
X  X    Nations,  hear  the  joyful  found  ! 
Chrift  who  died  is  rifen  again, 

And  with  endlefs  glory  crowned. 

2  See  !'our  IntercefTor  lives. 

Hear  him  plead  before  the  throne  ! 
*'  Father,  fave  my  guilty  flock, 
"  Save,  for  now  thy  will  is  done. 

3  **  Thefe  are  they  whom  I  have  lov'd, 

"  They  whom  thou  to  me  didft  give  ; 
"  Thefe  I  purchafed  with  ray  blood  ; 
"  Since  I  died,  O  let  them  live  !" 

4  "Juft,  O  well  belov'd,  thy  plea, 

**Ju{l  whate'er  thy  lips  can  crave  ; 
"  Thou  haft  died  for  guilty  men, 
**N'ow  I  can  be  juft,  and  fave." 

5  BlefTed  God  !   what  grace  is  here  ! 

How  fhall  finners  grateful  prove  ? 
How  that  gratitude  exprefs, 
For  thy  rich,  preventing  love  ? 

6  Howl  bu^by  their  love  to  thee. 

To  thy  people,  to  thy  laws. 
Daily  taking  up  their  crofs. 

Gladly  fuiFering  for  thy  caufe  X 


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HYMN  CCXXXII.     Thirty.firfl  Metre. 
Whitfunday. 
1    TESUS,  we  hang  upon  the  word 

J,  Our  longing  fouls  have  heard  from  thee  ; 
Be  mindful  of  thy  promife,  Lord, 

Thy  promife  made  to  fuch  as  me  : 
Thy  followers,  who  thy  fteps  purfue. 
And  would  believe  that  God  is  true.  ^ 

z  Thou  faidft,  "  I  will  the  Father  pray, 
"And  he  the  comforter  fhall  give, 
"Shall  give  him  in  your  hearts  to  ftay, 
"And  never  more  his  temples  leave  : 
"  Myfelf  will  to  my  children  come, 
"  And  make  you  my  eternal  home." 

^  Come  then,  dear  Lord,  thyfelf  reveal. 
And  let  thy  prom.ife  now  take  place  ; 
Be  it  according  to  thy  will. 

According  t©  thy  word  of  grace  : 
Thy  forrowful  difciples  cheer. 
And  fend  us  down  the  Comforter. 

4  He  vifits  now  the  troubled  breaft, 

And  oft  relieves  our  fad  complaint ; 
But  foon  we  lofe  the  tranfient  gueft. 

But  foon  we  droop  again  and  faint  : 
Repeat  the  melancholy  moan— 
"  Our  joy  is  fled,  our  comfort  gone." 

5  Send  him,  O  Lord,  into  each  heart, 

Oar  furcj  infenarable  guide  : 


2^0  The  Lord*s  Songs, 

O  may  we  meet  and  never  part ! 
O  may  he  in  our  hearts  abide. 
And  keep  his  houfe  of  pralfe  and  prayer, 
And  reft  and  reign  forever  there  ! 

HYMN  CCXXXIII.     Second  Metre. 

TJje  WorJJjip  of  Heaven,     John  xvii.  24. 

I    /^  FOR  a  fweet,  infpiring  ray, 
V^    To  animate  our  feeble  ftrains, 
From  the  bright  realms  of  endlefs  day. 
The  blifsful  realms  where  Jefus  reigns, 

7.  There  low  before  his  glorious  throne 
Adoring  faints  and  angels  fall, 
And  with  delightful  worlhip  own 

His  fmile  theirl>lifs,  their  heaven,  their  all. 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head. 

While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rife. 
And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph,  fpread 
Through  all  the  affemblies  of  the  Ikies. 

4  He  fmiles,  and  feraphs  tune  their  fongs 

To  boundlef^  rapture  while  they  gaze  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thoufand  joyful  tongues 
Refound  his  everlafting  praife. 

5  There  all  the  ranfom'd  of  the  Lamb 

Shall  join  at  laft  the  heavenly  choir  ; 
O  may. the  joy-infpiring  theme 

Awake  our  faith,  and  warm  defirc  ! 


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6  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  Spirit  feal 

Our  interefl  in  that  blifsful  place : 
Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil, 
And  we  behold  thy  lovely  face. 

Mrs.  Steele. 

HYMN  CCXXXIV.     Firft  Metre. 
ne  Mejfage  of  Chrijl,     Ifaiah  Ixi.  I . 

1  TJARK,  the  glad  found  !  the  Savioux 
X  JL  The  oaviour  promis'd  long  !  [comes. 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne. 

And  ev'ry  voice  a  fong. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  its  facred  fire  ; 
Wifdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love. 
His  holy  breaft  infpire. 

3  He  comes,  the  prifoners  to  releafe. 

In  Satan^s  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brafs  before  him  burft. 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thiekeft  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray, 
And  on  the  eye-balh  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celcftial  day. 

5  He  corries,  the  broken  heart  to  bind. 

The  bleeding  foul  to  cure  ; 
And  with  the  trealures  of  his  grac« 
X'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 


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6  Out  glad  hofannas^  Prince  of  Peace, 
Thy  welcome  fiiall  proclaim. 
And  heaven's  exalted  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

BoDDRlDdE, 

HYMN  CCXXXV.     FoTirteenth  Metre. 
The  Nativity  of  Chrifr, 
I  T  TARK  !  the  herald-angels  ling, 
jn  *'  Glory  to  the  new-b©rn  King  ;; 
"  Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild  ; 
"  God  and  fniners  reconciled." 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rife  ; 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  fkies  ; 
With  th'  angelic  holl  proclaim^ 
«  Chrift  is  born  in  Bethlehem  ^ 

1  Chrift,  by  higheft  heaven  ador'dy 
Chrift,  the  everlafting  Lord  ; 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb  : 
VeiPd  in  flefti  the  Godhead  fee  ; 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity  ! 
Pleas'd  as  man  with  men  to  appear, 
Jeffts  our  Immanuel  here. 

3  Hail,  the  lieaven-born  Prince  of  l^'eace  5 
Hail,  the  S-m  orRighteoufnefs  ! 
Light  and  lif^  to  all  he  brings, 
Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings : 
Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Borij  that  nian  no  more  may  die  ;; 
Born  to  raife  the  fons  of  ^arth  ; 
Born  to  give  them  fecond  birth. 


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4  Come,  Defire  of  nations,  comei 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home  ; 
Rife,  the  woman's  conquering  {<iiti^ 
Bruife  in  us  the  ferpent's  head ; 
Adam's  Hkenefs  now  efface  ;  * 

Stamp  thine  image  In  its  place  j 
Second  Adam  from  above, 
Re-inftate  us  in  thy  love. 

Wesley's  CoLLEcTio>/i' 

HYMN  CCXXXVL.    Fourteenth  Metre, 
The  fame  SubjeSI. 

1  /^  OME,  thou  long  expeded  Jefus, 
V^    Born  to  fet  thy  people  free  ; 
From  our  fears  and  fms  releafe  us. 

Let  us  find  our  reft  in  thee  ! 
Ifrael's  ftrength  and  confolation, 

Hope  of  all  tae  earth  thou  art  ; 
Dear  Defire  of  every  nation, 

Joy  of  every  longing  heart  ! 

2  Born  thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  child,  arid  yet  a  king  ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  forever. 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring  1 
By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit  '' 

Ruld'in  ail  our  hearts  alone  ; 
By  thine  all-fufficient  merit, 

Raife  us  to  thy  glorious  throne^ 
Mayan's 

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254-  7"^^  LorcTs  Songs ^ 

HYMN  CCXXXVII.     Fifty-fifth  Meti^. 
Thefmne  Subje&. 

1  X     IFT  ujyyour  heads  in  joyful  hope, 
\  J    Salute  the  happy  morn  ; 

Each  heavenly  power 
Proclaims  the  glad  hour, 
Lo  !  Jefus  the  Saviour  is  born  ! 

2  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high  ; 

To  him  all  praife  is  due  ; 
The  promife  is  feal'd, 
The  Saviour's  revealM, 
And  proves  that  the  record  is  true, 

3^  Let  joy  around  like  rivers  flovi'. 
Flow  on,  and  ftill  increafe  ; 
Spread  o*er  the  glad  earth. 
At  JefUs's  birth, 
For  heaven  and  earth  are  at  peace. 

4  Now  the  good  will  of  Heaven  is  fliown 

Towards  Adam's  helplefs  race ; 

Meffiah  is  come  »- 

To  ranfom  his  own, 
To  fave  them  by  infinite  grace. 

5  Ther^  let  us  join  the  heavens  above. 

Where  hymning  feraphs  fmg — 
Join  all  the  glad  powers, 
For  their  Lord  is  ours, 
Our  prophet,  our  prieft,  and  our  king. 


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I5YMN  CCXXXVIII.     Seventh  Metre. 

The  Chr'i/llan's  Pro/peas. 

I   I^HILDREN  of  the  Heavenly  King, 
V^    As  you  journey,  fweetly  ling  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praife> 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

^  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  Godj 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happinefs  fhall  fee* 

3  O  ye  b.inifh*d  feed,  be  glad  ! 
Chrift  our  advocate  is  made  : 
Us  to  fave,  our  flefh  alTumes, 
Brother  to  our  fouls  becomes. 

4  Shout,  ye  little  flock  and  bleft, 
You  on  Jefus*  throne  fhall  reft  : 
There  your  feat  is  now  prepar'd, 
There  a  kingdom,  your  rewardo 

5  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  ftand 
On  the  border  of  your  land  : 
Jefus  Chrift,  your  Father's  Soig., 
Bids  you  undifmay'd  go  on. 

^  Lord,  obedient  we  will  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  5 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  ftill  will  follow  thee. 


^j6  The  Lord's  Songs, 

HYMN  CCXXXIX.     Firft  Metre. 

The  f/orldl'mg. 

3   "  T\  y/r  Y  barns  are  full,  my  ftores  increafe^^ 
XVX   And  now  for  many  years, 
Soul,  eat  and  drink,  and  take  thine  eafe, 
Secure  from  wants  and  fears.'* 

2  Thus  whilft  a  worldling  boafted  once, 

As  many  now  prefume. 
He  heard  the  Lord  himfelf  pronounce 
His  fuddeii  awful  doom  : 

3  "  This  night,  vain  fool,  thy  foul  muft  paf^ 

Into  a  world  unknown  ; 
And  who  fhall  then  the  Ilores  poffefs 
Which  thou  haft  call'd  thine  own  V* 

4  Thus  blinded  mortals  fondly  fcheme 

For  happinefs  below  ; 
Till  death  difturbs  the  pleafmg  dream^^ 
And  they  awake  to  woe. 

5  Ah  !  who  can  fpeak  the  vaft  difmay 

That  tills  the  fmner's  mind, 
When,  torn  by  death's  ftrong  hand  away, 
He  leaves  his  all  behind. 

6  Wretches,  who  cleave  to  earthly  things. 

But  are  not  rich  to  God  ; 
Their  dying  hour  is  full  of  ftings, 
And  hell  their  dark  abode. 

7  Dear  Saviour,  make  us  timely  wife, 

Thy  gofpel  to  attend. 


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That  we  may  live  above  the  flcies, 
When  this  poor  life  fhall  end. 

Newtom, 

HYMN  CCXL.     Firft  Metre. 
Abraham  and  Seed. 

1  X  XT  HEN  God  the  faithful  patriarch  chofe, 

V  V     And  call'd  him  for  his  own  ; 
«'  Abram,"  he  faid,  "  Til  be  thy  God,  ^ 

And  thou  flialt  be  my  fon. 

2  *'  My  covenant  I  will  make  with  thee. 

To  give  thee  Canaan's  reft  ; 
In  thee,  and  in  thy  glorious  feed. 
The  nations  fhall  be  bleft. 

3  <•  Before  me  walk,  and  perfe(2  be  ; 

Obey  my  word  divine  ; 
And  circumcife  thyfelf  to  me, 
And  mark  thy  fens  for  mine. 

4  "  For  to  thy  bonds  and  trials  great 

I  will  inure  thy  feed  ; 
And  this  fure  evidence  they  (hall  bear^ 
That  they  are  mine  indeed.'* 

5  This  bleffing,  Lord,  of  Abraham,  now. 

To  Gentiles  thou  doft  give  1 
Our  children  we  will  bring  to  thee. 
Thy  bleiHng  to  receive. 

A. 

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258  The  Lord's  Songs ^ 

HYMN  CCXLI.     FIrft  Metre. 
HiJhallfesdJns  Flock  like  a  SloppherJ.   Ifal.xl.  t  r. 
I    1^  UR  Shepherd,  whilft  he  feeds  his  flock, 
V_y    Behold  his  tender  cares  1 
The  lambs  he  gathers  in  his  arms, 
And  in  his  bofom  bears. 

3  "  Forbid  them  not,"  he  fays,  "  to  come— 
Them  will  I  own  and  blefs ; 
Of  fuch  my  kingdom  is  composed, 
The  heirs  of  righteoufnefs. 

3  "  In  all  my  prorfiifes  of  good. 

Made  to  my  friends  beiow. 

Could  1  forget  and  not  include 

Their  infant  offspring  too  ? 

4  "  Whilft  in  their  fufFerings  for  my  fake, 

Their  feed  fo  deeply  ll/are  ; 
Could  I  be  tlieirs,  and  to  their  babes 
Refufe,  my  covenant-care.  ?" 

5  Lord,  'tis  enough !   we  fafely  may. 

Confide  them  to  thj  love  ; 
Thankful  that  now  they  bear  the  feal 
Of  bleiiiHgs  from  above. 

A. 

HYMN  CCXLII.     Second  Metre. 
yehovah'y.c'fus* 
I   1\  /j"  Y  fong  fftall  blefs  the  Lord  of  all, 
jLVJL    My  praife  (hall  climb  to  his  abode  ; 
Th<^ei  Saviour,  by  this  nam.e  I  call, 
The  Great  Supreme,  the  Mighty  God, 


A  CollcSfion,  259 

2  Without  beginning  or  decline, 

Objedt  of  faith,  and  not  of  fenfe  ; 
Eternal  ages  faw  him  fhine. 
He  fhines  eternal  ages  hence. 

3  As  much,  wken  in  the  manger  laid, 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  fky, 
As  when  the  fix  days*  work  he  made        , 
Fill'd  all  the  morning  flars  with  joy. 

4  Of  all  the  crowns  Jehovah  bears, 

Salvation  is  his  deareft  claim  ; 
That  gracious  found  well  pleas'd  he  hears. 
And  ov/ns  Emmanuel  for  his  name. 

5  A  cheerful  confidence  I  feel, 

My  well  plac'd  hopes  with  jny  I  fee  ; 
My  bofom  glows  with  heavenly  zeal 
To  worlhip  him  who  died  for  me. 

6  As  man  he  pities  my  complaint  ; 

His  power  and  truth  are  all  divine  ; 
He  will  not  fail,  he  cannot  faint  ; 
Salvation's  fure,  and  miuft  be  mine. 

COWPER, 

HYMN  CCXLUL     Seventh  Metre. 

ReJeeming  Love. 

I   "^TOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
J.\l     Sing  aloud  of  Jefus'  name  : 
Ye,  who  his  falvation  prove. 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 


56©  The  Lord's  Songs ^ 

Z  Ye,  wKo  fee  the  Father's  grace 
■  Bsaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praife  and  blefs  redeeming  love. 

3  Ye,  alas !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  flaves  of  death  and  fin, 
Now  from  blifs  no  longer  rove — < 
Stop,  and  tafte  redeeming  love. 

4  Welcome  all  by  fm  opprefs'd, 
Welcome  to  his  facred  reft  ; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

5  When  his  Spirit  leads  us  home, 
When  to  glory  we  are  come, 
We  Ihall  all  the  fulnefs  prove  ~ 
Of  our  Lord's  redeeming  love. 

6  Hither,  then,  your  mufic  bring  ; 
Strike  aloud  each  cheerful  firing  1 
Mortals,  join  the  hoft  above. 
Join  to  praife  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  CCXLIV.     Second  Metre. 
Temptation, 

1  nr^HE  billows  fwell,  the  winds  are  bigh^ 

X      Clo-uds  overcaft  my  wintry  fky  ; 
Out  y^  the  depths  to  thee  I  call  ; 
My  tears  are  great,  my  ftrength  is  fmall. 

2  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide  and  guard  methroughthe  ftorm  j 


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Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill, 
Controul  the  waves,  fay,  "  P^ace  ;  bsJltllJ* 

3  Amid  ft  the  roaring  of  the  fea. 

My  foul  ftill  hangs  her  hope  on  thee  ; 
Thy  conftant  love,  thy  faithful  care. 
Is  all  that  faves  me  from  defpair. 

4  Dangers  of  every  fhape  and  name 
Attend  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  Ihore, 
And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 

5  Though  tempeft-tofs'd  and  half  a  wreck. 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  feek  \ 
Let  neither  winds  nor  ftormy  main 
Force  back  my  ihatter'd  bark  again. 

COWPER, 


G 


HYMN  CCXLV.      Second  Metre. 
Looking  upward  in  a  Starm^ 
OD  of  my  life,  to  thee  1  call. 


Afflided  at  thy  feet  I  fall 

When  the  great  water-floods  prevail. 

Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail  I 

2  Friend  of  the  friendlefs  and  the  faint  ! 
Where  fliould  1  lodge  my  deep  complaint  ? 
Where  but  with  thee,  whofe  open  door 
Invites  the  helplefs  and  the  poor  I 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee. 
And  thou  refufe  that  mourner's  plea  ? 
Does  not  the  word  ftill  lix'd  remain, 
That  none  fhall  feek  thy  face  in  vain  ? 


^€z  The  Lord's  Songs ^ 

4  That  were  a  grief  I  could  not  bear, 
Didft  thou  not  hear  and  anfwer  prayer  ^ 
But  a  prayer-hearing,  anfwering  God, 
Supports  me  under  every  load. 

^  Fair  is  the  lot  that's  caft  for  me  ; 
I  have  an  advocate  with  thee  ; 
They  whom  the  Avorld  caretfes  moft. 
Have  no  fuch  privilege  to  boaft. 

^  Poor  though  I  am,  defpis'd,  forgot. 
Yet  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not ; 
And  he  is  fafe,  and  muft  fucceed, 
For  whdm  the  Lord  vouchfafes  to  plead. 

Cow  P  Ell. 

HYMN  CCXLVI.     Fifty-feventh  Metre. 
Canaan, 

1  y^OME,  let  tis  v/itb  fpeed  our  journey  go 
V^         on, 

Go  on,  go  on  to  Canaan  ; 
Pilgrims  ne'er  reft  till  their  journey  is  doHC; 

Till  fafe  they  arrive  at  their  home  :    - 
Canaan  I  Canaan,  Emmanuel's  land  ! 

God  fpeed  us  fafe  to  Canaan. 

2  Glad  tiding  we  hear  from  Canaan  the  ble{l> 

Good  news,  good  news  from  Canaan  : 
That  in  the  good  land  the  weary  find  reftg 

And  we  (hall  reft  in  Canaan  : 
Canaan  !  Canaan  !   to  th*  people  of  God 

A  reft  remains  in  Canaan. 


A  Cclledlon.  ci&j 

J-  We  there  in  that  goodly  mountain  (Kail  dwell, 
Shall  dwell,  Ihall  dwell  in  Canaan  ; 

And  there  we  Ihall  drink  of  Bethlehem's  well. 
Shall  drink  full  draughts  in  Canaan  : 

Canaan  !   Canaan  !   their  fins  are  forgiven 
Who  dwell  in  bleffed  Canaan. 

4  Our  health  will  recover,  Cilead's  balm 

Will  heal,  will  heal  in  Canaan  : 
The  grapes  of  EOicol  eavigour  and  warm, 

Our  youth  renew  in  Canaan  : 
Canaan  !  Canaan  !  there^s  plenty  of  bread, 

And  milk  and  honey  in  Canaan. 

5  Our  mourning  will  end,  and  there  v^e  v^rill- 

Will  fmg,  will  fing  in  Canaan  : 
With  joy  will  enter  the  realms  of  our  King, 

With  fhouting  come  to  Canaan  ; 
Canaan  !   Canaan,  our  heavenly  home  1 

We  long  to  fee  our  Canaan. 

6  Then  let  us  with  diligence  labour  and  feeJc, 

And  feek,  and  feek  for  jCanaan  : 
Be  fure  that  we  all  the  language  can  fpeak, 

Th'  unlifping  tongue  of  Canaan  : 
Canaan  !  Canaan,  the  premifed  land  ! 

O  when  (hall  we  find  Canaan  ! 


A 


HYMN  CCXLVII.     Firft  Metr^ 
The  hidden  Life. 
r  ^TnO  tell  the  Saviour  all  my  wants, 
X     How  pleafing  is  the  tafk  ! 


264  The  hordes  Sengs ^ 

Nor  lefs  to  praife  him  when  he  grants 
Beyond  what  I  can  alk. 

2  My  labouring  fpirit  vainly  feeks 

To  tell  but  half  the  joy  ; 
With  how  much  tendernefs  he  fpeaks, 
And  helps  me  to  reply. 

3  Nor  were  it  wife,  nor  fhould  I  choofe 

Such  fecrets  to  declare  ; 
Like  precious  wines,  their  tafte  they  lofe 
Expos'd  to  open  air. 

4  But  this  with  boldnefs  I  proclaim, 

Nor  care  if  thoufands  hear — 
Sweet  is  the  ointment  of  his  n*me  ; 
Not  life  is  half  fo  dear. 

COWPER* 

HYMN  CCXLVIIl.     Thirtieth  Metre. 
Bartimeus^ 

1  "  1\^ yTERCY,  O  thou  Son  of  David  1" 

J_V A    Thus  blind  Bartimeus  pray'd  ; 
**  Others  by  thy  word  are  fared. 

Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid  :'* 
Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 

But  he  calPd  the  louder  ftill  ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 

"  Come,  and  afk  me  what  you  will.*^ 

2  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted. 

Though  by  begging  us'd  to  live  ; 
But  he  allc'd,  and  Jefus  granted. 
Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give  i 


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**  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindnefs, 
Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day  ;" 

Straight  he  faw,  and,  won  by  kindnefs. 
Followed  Jefus  in  the  way. 

3  O  !  methlnks  I  hear  him  praifing, 
Publifhing  to  all  around, 
**  Friends,  is  not  ray  cafe  amazing  ? 

What  a  Saviour  1  have  found  ! 
Oh  !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him. 

And  would  be  advis'd  by  me  ! 
Surely  would  they  haften  to  him, 
He  would  caufe  them  all  to  fee." 

Newt  ON', 

HYMN  CCXLIX.     FirR  Metre. 
For  Frefdr'oaUon  at  Sea, 

1  TTOW  are  thy  fervants  bleft,  O  Lord  ! 
X  JL   How  fure  is  their  defence  ! 
Eternal  wifdomfjis  their  guide, 

Their  help  Omnipotence. 

2  Think,  O  my  foul,  devoutly  think. 

How,  with  affrighted  eyes. 
Thou  faw'il  the  wide-extended  deep 
In  all  its  horrors  rife  ! 

3  Confufion  dwelt  on  every  face, 

And  fear  in  every  heart, 
When  waves  on  waves,  and  gulfs  on  gulf^p 
Overcame  the  pilot's  art. 

4  Yet  then,  from  ail  my  griefs,  O  Lord, 

Thy  mercy  fet  me  free  i 
A  a 


£66  The  Lord's  Songs, 

Whllft  in  the  confidence  of  prayer, 
My  foul  took  hold  on  thee. 

5  For  though  in  dreadful  whirls  we  hung 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
1  knew  thou  wert  not  flow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  fave. 

6  The  ftorm  was  laid,  the  winds  retired. 

Obedient  to  thy  will  ; 
The  fea,  that  roar'd  at  thy  command. 
At  thy  command  was  flilL 

7  In  midft  of  dangers,  fears  and  deaths, 

Thy  goodnefb  PU  adore, 
And  praife  thee  .for  thy  mercies  pad. 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

8  My  life,  whilfl  thou  preferv'il  this  life. 

Thy  facr^Sce  (hall  be  ; 
And  death,  when  death  fhall  be  my  lot. 
Shall  join  my  foul  to  thee. 

Addison. 


T 


HYMN  CCL.     Second  Metre. 

The  new  Converti 
HE  new-born  child  of  gofpel-grace. 
Like   forae    fair  tree  when  fummer's 
nigh, 


Beneath  EmmanuePs  Oiining  face, 

Lifts  up  his  blooming  branch  on  high; 

No  fears  he  feels,  he  fees  no  foes. 
No  conflid  yet  his  faith  employs, 

Nor  has  he  learnt,  to  whom  he  owes 
The  ftrength  and  peace  his  foul  enjoys. 


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3  But  fin  foon  darts  its  cruel  Hlng, 

And,  comforts  finking  day  by  day. 
What  feem'd  his  own,  a  felf-fed  Ipring, 
Proves  but  a  brook  that  glides  away. 

4  When  Gideon  arm'd  his  numerous  hofl:. 

The  Lord  loon  made  hii>  numbers  lefs; 
And  '"^^id,  left  Hracl  vainly  bo?-(l, 
"My arm  procur'd  m-:  this  fuccefs." 

5  Thus  will  he  bring  our  fpirits  down, 

And  draw  our  ebbing  comforts  low. 
That,  fav'd  by  grace,  but  not  our  own, 
We  may  not  claim  the  praife  we  owe. 

Cow  PER. 


KYMN  CCLI.     Tenth  Metre. 

Captivity  in  Babylon. 

2      A    LONG  the  banks  where  BaheP s  cnv^ 

jLJL  rent  flows,  [ftray'd. 

Our  captive  bands  in  deep  defpondence 

While  Zion's  fall  in  fad  remembrc-vnce  role, 

Her  friends,  her  children,  mingled  with 

the  dead. 

2  The  tuneful  harp,  that  once  with  joy  wc 

ftrung,  [the  lay, 

When  mirth  employed  and  praife  infpir'd 

Jn  mournful  filence  on  the  willows  hung, 

jAtfid  growing  grief  prolong'd  the  tedjou^ 

fiay. 


^68  The  LanTs  Songs ^ 

3  The  barbarous  tyrants,  to  increafe  the  woe, 

With   taunting   fmiles   a  fong     of   Ziea 
claim'd, 
Bid  facred  praife  in  ftrains  melodious  flow. 
While    they    blalpheme    the  great  Jeho- 
vah's name. 

4  But  how  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  un- 

known, 
Shall  IJraeVs  fons  a  fong  of  Zlon  raife  ? 
O  haplefs  Salem,  God's  terreftial  throne. 
Thou  land  of  glory,  facred  mount  of  praife ! 

^  If  e'er  my  memory  lofe  thy  lovely  name. 
If  my  cold  heart  negled  my  kindred  race. 
Let  dire  deftrutfrion  feize  this  guilty  frame; 
My  hap.d  (hall  perifh,  and  my  voige  fhall 


6  Yet   fhall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Z'lon 
calls. 
Overtake  her  foes  with  terror  and  difmay. 
His  arm  avenge  her  defolated  walls. 
And  raife  her  children  to  eternal  day. 

Barlow, 

HYMN  CCLII.     Eighteenth  Metre, 
The  Banquet. 
\    f^  OME,  and  let  us  afcend, 

V-y   My  companion  and  friend. 
To  a  tafte  of  the  banquet  above  : 

If  thine  heart  be  as  mine. 

If  for  Jefus  it  pine, 
Come  up  into  the  chariot  of  lovc^ 


A  Collection,  2% 

.2  Who  m  Jefus  confide, 

They  are  bold  to  outride 
The  fierce  ftorms  of  affliaion  beneath  : 

With  the  prophet  they  foar 

To  tljat  heavenly  fnore. 
And  outfly  all  the  arrows  of  death. 

3  We  by  faith  are  now  come 
To  our  permanent  home  ; 

But  by  hope  we  the  rapture  improve ; 

And  by  love  we  ftill  rife, 

And  look  down  on  the  ilcies — 
For  the  heaven  of  heavens  is  love  ! 

4  Who  on  earth  can  conceive 
Of  their  pleafure,  who  live 

In  the  city  of  God,  the  great  King  ! 

What  a  concert  of  praife, 

When  of  Jefus*s  grace 
The  whole  heavenly  company  fing  !    - 

5  What  a  rapturous  fong 
When  the  glorify'd  throng 

In  the  fpirit  of  harmony  join  ! 

Join  all  the  glad  choirs, 

Their  hearts,  voices  and  lyres, 
And  the  burde*  is— mercy  divine. 

6  Hallelujah,  they  cry, 
To  the  King  of  the  iky  ; 

To  the  great,  everiafting  I  AM  ; 

To  the  Lamb  who  was  flain. 

And  who  llveth  again. 
Hallelujah  to  God  and  the  Lambu 

A  a  2 


270  The  Lord's  Sdngs^ 

HYMN  CCLIII.     Firft  Metre, 
Song  of  AngeU  at  the  NatWity. 

1  «*  QHEPHERDS,  rejoice,  lift  up  your 

O  eyes. 

And  fend  your  fears  av7ay ; 
News  from  the  regions  of  the  fkies ! 
Salvation's  born  to-day. 

2  "  Jefas,  the  God  whom  angels  fear. 

Comes  down  to  dwell  wiih  you  ; 
To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here» 
But  not  as  monarchs  do. 

3  "  No  gold,  nor  purple  fwaddling-bands. 

Nor  royal,  fhining  things ; 
A  manger  for  his  cradle  ilands, 
And  holds  the  King  of  Kings. 

4  "  Go,  fhepherds,  where  the  infant  lies. 

And  fee  his  humble  throne  ; 

With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 

Go,  Ihepherds,  kifs  the  Son." 

5  Thus  Gabriel  fang,  and  ftraight  around 

The  heavenly  armies  thmng; 
They  rune  their  harps  to  lofty  found. 
And  thus  conclude  the  fong : 

^  "  Glory  t.o  God  that  reigns  above  ; 
Let  peace  furround  the  earth  : 
Mortals  fhall  know  their  Maker's  love 
At  thsir  Redeemer's  birth." 


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7  Lord  !  and  fliall  angels  have  their  fongs. 

And  men  no  tunes  to  raife  I 
O  may  we  lofe  thefe  ufeleis  tongues 
When  we  forget  to  praife  1 

8  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above. 

That  pitied  us  forlorn  ; 
We  join  to  fmg  our  Maker's  love. 
For  there's  a  Saviour  born. 

Watts,, 

HYMN  CCLIV.     Fira  Metre, 
The  Shepherds. 

1  -TTTTHILE     Ihepherds     watch'd    theic 

V  V  flocks  by  night, 

All  feated  on  the  ground. 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down. 
And  glory  Ihone  around. 

2  "Fear  not/'  faid  he  (for  mighty  dread. 

Had  feiz*d  their  troubled  mind  ;) 
"  Giad  tidings  of  great  joy  1  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind, 

3  "  To  you  in  David's  town,  this  day,      ' 

Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Chrift  the  Lord  j 
And  this  Ihall  be  the  fign  ; 

4  "  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  fhall  find 

To  human  view  difplay'd. 
All  meanly  wrapt  in  fwathing  bands. 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 


272  The  Lord's  Songs, 

5  Tliii=:  rpake'  the  fer.iph,  :?nd  forthwith 
AppearM  a  fhinjn^  throng^ 
Of  an^srels  prairmjr 'God,  and  thus 
Addrefs'd  their  joyful  fong  : 

5  *' All  priory  be  lo  God  on  high, 
And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good-will,  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  msn^ 
Begin,  and  never  ceafe." 

Patrick. 

HYMN  CCLV.     Forty-fixrh  Metre, 
T/^e  SairJs'  Triumph.     Pfaim   cxlix. 

I    /^  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  prepare  yoia- 
V_>/      glad  voice, 

-  His  pralfe  in  the  great  afiembly  to  fing  j 
In  his  great  Creator  let  Ifraei  rejoice. 

And  chihjren  of  Zion  be  glad  in  their, 
King. 

g^  L^t  them  his  great  name  extol  in  the  fiance. 

With  timbrel  and  harp  his  praise-  ^.-.^-j.  is. 
Who  always  takes  pleafure  his  iaints.  to  ad- 
vance, .  .  [blefs. 

And   with   his  Salvation  the  humble   to 

3  With  ^lr5rr  adorn'd,  his  people  flirJl  fing, 

To  God,  who  their  beds  v\-ith  fafety  doth 

fliield  ;  [great  King, 

Their  mouths  fill'd  with  praifes  of  him  tlieir 

Whiift   a  two  edged  fword  tlieir   right 

hand'f^aii  wield, 


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4  Juft  vengeance  tp  take  for  injuries  paft  : 

To  punifh  thofe lands  for  luin  defignM  ; 
With  chains,  as  their  captives,  to  make  their 
kings  faft, 
With  fetters  of  iron  their  nobles  to  bind, 

5  Thus  they  (hall  fulfil,  whenthofe  they  deftroy. 

The   dreadful   decree    which    God    does 

proclaim  ;  [enloy. 

Such  honour  and  triumph  his  faints   Ihall 

O  therefore  forever  exalt  his  great  name  i 

Tate. 

SHORT  HTMNS. 

HYMN  CCLyi.     Firft  Metre. 
The  j^ngeh^  Song  at  the  Opening  of  the  Seah* 

1  \   MEN,  amen,  the  angels  cry, 
JLJL   Salvation  is  his  due  ; 

And  we  through  all  eternity 
His  praifes  will  renew, 

2  Thanks,  glory,  blefling,  wifdom,  might. 

Honour  and  power,  then. 
Be  to  our  God  forevermore, 
Forevermore.     AMEN. 

HYMN  CCLVII.     Firft  Metre, 

Adopting  Love. 

%  T>  EHOLD  what  love  the  Father  hath 
JD  On  guilty  man  beftowM  ! 
That  we,  poor  iinners,  fons  of  wrath» 
Should  be  the  fons  of  God, 


ay 4  T^^^^  Lord^s  So^igs^ 

2   O  how  beyond  expreSion  great 
His  love  in  Chritt  doth  firm,e  ! 
'Tis  like  himfelf — th'  eternal  God— »» 
Paft  knowledge  I   all  divine  ! 

HYMN  CCLVirr.     Thlrty-Hfth  Metre, 
Before  Ssrmon. 

CONFIRM  the  hope  thy  word  allcw% 
Behold  us  waiting^  to  be  fed  j 
Blefs  the  proviGons  of  thy  houfe, 

-  And  fatisfy  thy  poor  with  bread.    - 
Drawn  by  thine  invitation,  Lord, 

Athirll  and  hungry  we  are  come  ; 
Now  from  the  fulnefs  of  thy  word, 
Feaft  us,  a»d  {twd  us  thankful  home. 

HYMN  GGLIX.     Thirty-f^rft  Metre. 
My  Expeilation  is  from  Him. 

1  r^  OME,  O  thou  univerfal  Good  I 

\_y  Balm  of  the  wounded  confcience,  cornel 
The  hungry,  dying  fpirit's  food, 

The  weary;  wand'ring  pilgrim's  horiiej 
Haven  to  take  the  fliipwreck'd  in  j 
My  everlafting  reft  from  fin  ! 

2  Come,  O  my  ccmfort  and  delight ! 

My  ftrcngth,  and  health,  and  lhield,andfaa| 
My  boatl,  my  cotifideace,  and  mighi. 

My  joy,  my  glory,  and  my  crowji; 
My  gofpel  hope,  my  calling's  prize^ 
fvly  tree  oi  life,  my  paradife  1 


■  A  Coikahn.      '  27^ 

ASCRIPTIONS, 

HY^IN  CCLX.     Thirteenth  Metre. 

<  Frai/e  ye  the  Lord, 

T  r^  LORY  be  to  God  on  high,  HaL 

VJF   God,  whofe  glory  tillb  the  fky  ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  be  given, 
S'Lm,  the  well-belov'd  of  Heav'n. 

%■  Sovereign  Father,  heav'nly  King,  Hal* 

Thee  we  now  prefume  to  fmg  ! 
GUd  thine  attributes  confefs. 
Glorious  all,  and  numberlefs  ! 

2  Hail,  by  all  thy  works  ador'd,  Kalklujah  \ 
Hali,.  tHt  everlafting  Lord  I 
Thee,  with  thankful  hearts,  we  prove 
Lord  of  power,  and  God  of  love  ! 

HYMN  CCLXL     Eighth  Metre. 

This  God  is  cur  God, 

J  '^"^HIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 

X      Gur  faithful,  unchangeable  friend; 
Whofe  love  is  as  great  as  his  power, 
And  neither  knows  meafure  nor  end. 

2  'Tis  Jefus,  the  firfl  and  the  laft, 

Whole  Spirit  ihall  guide  its  fafe  home  ; 
We'll  praife  him  for  all  that  is  paft, 
v^nd  Li  uil  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

Hart> 


2-67  *The  hordes  Songs ^ 

•      HYMN  CCLXII.      Thirty-Firft  Metre. 
Prayer  for  JJfurance, 

1  y^OME,  Holy  Ghoft,  my  foul  mfpire  s 
V^    Bear  witnefs  that  I'm  born  again  5 
Come,  and  baptize  me,  Lord,  with  fire» 

Nor  let  a  doubt  or  cloud  remain  ; 
Give  me  the  fenfe  of  fm  forgiven. 
Sweet  foretafte  of  approaching  heaven. 

2  Oh,  give  th*  indifputable  feal, 

That  afcertains  the  kingdom  mine  ; 
True  holinefs  I  long  to  feel, 

The  fignature  of  love  divine  ; 
Oh,  fhed  it  in  my  heart  abroad, 
Tulnefs  of  love,  of  heaven,  of  God. 

HYMN  GCLXIII.      Third  Metre, 
yabe%^s  Prayer,  i  Chron,  iv.  10. 

1  "  /^  that  the  Lord  indeed 

\J   Would  me  his  fervant  blefs. 
From  every  evil  fliield  my  head. 
And  crown  my  path  with  peace  ! 

2  "  Be  thy  almighty  hand 

My  helper  and  my  guide  ; 
And  with  thy  faints  in  Canaan's  land, 
A  lot  to  me  divide. 

3  "  Help  me  to  leave  my  care. 

And  on  thy  word  to  reft  : 
O  thou  who  anfwer'd  Jabez*  prayer  ! 
Grant  me  the  like  requeft." 


A  Colled  ion.  t^^ 

HYMN  CCLXIV.      Fifty-fixth  Metre. 
The  Lo'ue  of  God  to  Man, 

COULD  we  with  ink  the  ocean  fill, 
Were  the  whole  earth  of  parchment  made. 
Were  every  fmgle  ftick  a  quill, 

And  every  man  a  fcribe  by  trade  ; 
To  write  the  love  of  God  to  man 

Would  drain  the  ocean  dry, 
Nor  could  the  fcroU  contain  the  whole, 
Though  ftretch'd  from  iky  to  fky. 

HYMN  CCLXV.      Seventh  Metre. 
Coming  to  Zion, 

1  "^T^T  ^^  Sinai's  dreadful  blaze, 
X\I    But  to  Zion*s  throne  of  grace. 
By  a  way  marked  out  with  blood. 
Sinners  now  approach  to  God. 

2  Not  to  hear  the  fiery  law, 
But  with  humble  joy  to  draw 
Water,  by  that  well  fupply'd, 
Jefus  open'd  when  he  dy'd. 

3  Lord,  there  are  no  ftreams  but  thine 
Can  afTuage  a  thirft  like  mine ; 

•    'Tis  a  thirft  thyfelf  didft  give. 
Let  me  therefore  drink  and  live. 

Newt6n. 

HYMN  CCLXVI.     Second  Metre. 
Conchijion. 
I   TXT  ITH  IfraePs  God  who  can  compare  ? 
VV    Or  who  like  Ifrael  happy  are  I 

B  b 


tjt  the  Lord's  Songi^ 

O  people  faved  by  the  Lord, 

He  is  thy  ihielJ  and  great  reward  ! 

2  Upheld  by  everlafting  arms, 

Thou  art  fecur  d  from  foes  and  harms  ; 
In  vain  their  plots,  and  falie  their  boafts; 
Our  refuge  is  the  Lord  cf  Holts. 

Newtok* 

HYMN  GCLXVIT.     Seventh  Metre. 
The  Blejfmg, 

1  "XJTO^^*^  i^ay  he  who  from  the  dead 
xNl  -Brought  the  Shepherd  of  the  fheep, 
Jefus  ChriH:,  our  King  and  head, 

All  our  fouls  in  fafety  keep. 

2  May  he  teach  us  to  fulfil 

What:  is  pleafmg  in  his  fight  j 
Perfe<5]:  us  in  all  his  will. 

And  preierve  us  day  and  night. 

3  To  that  dear  Redeemer's  praife, 

Who  the  covenant  feaPd  with  blood, 
Let  our  hearts  and  voices  raife 
Loud  thankfgivings  to  our  God. 

Newto!*. 

HYMN  CCLXVIIL      Fifteenth  Metre.    '♦ 
The  Same. 

MAY  the  grace  of  Chrift  our  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  boundlefs  love. 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favour, 
Reft  upon  us  from  above. 

Newtoh* 


A  CoUeBion.  27^ 

HYMM  CCLX IX.     Second  Metre . 
Tht  Samt. 

1  ^  I  ^  HE  peace  which  God  alone  reveals, 

JL      And  by  his  word  of  grace  imparts, 
Which  OLilf  the  believer  feels, 

Direct  and  keep  and  cheer  your  hearts  ♦ 

2  And  m?7  the  blefTcd  Three  in  One, 

The  Father,  Word,  and  Comforter, 
Pour  an  abundant  blefliag  down 
On  every  foiil  aiT^mbied  here. 

Njswtou, 

HYMN  CCLXX.     Firft.  Metre. 
The  Same* 

DllLIGHT  to  blefs  thy  people.  Lord  j 
Defend  and  fuccour  them  ; 
Do  gvjpd  to  Zion,  build  the  walls 
Of  thy  Jeruf.ilem. 

Tate, 

ADDITIONAL  LINES. 

Chnft. 
Fira  Metre. 

LET  earth  and  every. ifle  and  Tea 
Rejoice — -the  Saviour  reigns  : 
His  v/ord  like  fire  prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 
Firft  Metre. 

TILL  the  day  break,  and  fhades  depart^ 
Beloved  turn  to  me  ; 
iind  ab  the  roe  and  tender  hart, 
On  Bether  mountains  flee^ 


a8o  Ti6f  hordes  Songs ^ 

Second  Metre. 

EARTH  has  no  charms  that  can  exprefs 
One  feature  of  his  lovelinefs  : 
Words  have  no  ftrength  in  fetting  forth 
The  fhorteft  fentcnce  cf  his  worth. 

A. 

Seventh  Metre. 

KING  of  Glory  1   Soul  of  Blifs  ! 
Everlafting  life  is  this — 
Thee  to  know,  thy  power  to  prove, 
Thus  to  fing,  and  thus  to  love. 

DOXOLOGIES. 

Third  Metre. 

2   'Tn  HE  Father  we  adore, 
X     And  everlafting  Son, 
The  Spirit  of  his  love  and  power. 
The  glorious  Three  in  One. 

2  At  the  creation*s  birth 

This  fong  was  fung  on  high, 
Shall  found  through  every  age,  on  earth, 
And  through  eternity, 

Newtok. 
Thirty-ninth  Metre. 

r-p  O  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
X      Se  praife  amidft  the  heavenly  Hoft, 
And  in  the  church  below  ; 
From  whom  all  creatures  draw  their  breath, 
3y  whom  redemption  bleft  the  earth. 
From  whom  all  comforts  flow. 

Bentvey*s  Collection. 


ACoIkam.  281 

Fifth  Metre. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son  and  Spirit  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  given, 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  knowHj 
By  all  the  angels  near  his  throne, 

And  all  his  faints  in  earth  and  heaven. 

Tenth  Metre. 

YE  faints  on  earth,   afcribe,  with  heaven*s 
high  holl, 
Glory  and  honour  to  the  One  in  Three  ; 
To  God  the  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  evermore  ihall  be. 

Newton, 

Firfl  Metre. 

BLESSING  and  honour,  glory,  power. 
By  all  In  earth  and  heaven. 
To  him  who  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  the  Lamb,  be  given.    . 

Tate. 

Second  Metre. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  bleffings  flow; 
Praife  him,  all  creatures  here  below  : 
Praife  him  above  ye  heavenly  hoft  ; 
Praife  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft. 

Kennedy, 


B  b  2 


A  TABLE  OF  TITLES, 


AHYM^ 

BR  AH  AM  and  feed         -         -  240 

Ablenc:^  from  God  deplored         -         -  ^ 

Admiring  divine  mercy         -         -       -  135 

jA-doption         -         -         -         -         -  219 

For  the  Spirit  of  A.         -         -         -  29 

Adopting  Love         -         -         .  257 

Adoring  Jefus         -         -         -         -       -  96 

Advent. 

The  fecond  A.         -         -         -       -  204. 

Lo  he  cometh  !         •         -         -  2.21: 

Angel  Lord         -         -         -         -         -  142 

Angels. 

Jefus  feen  of  A.         -.        -         -  11-3 

Song  of  Angels  at  the  Nativity     -  253 

Song  of  A.  at  the  opening  of  the  Seals  256 

Antichrill 

The  fall  of  A.         -         -         -         >  74 

Afeenfion         -         -         -         -         -  230 

Afcriptions         -----  260 

Aihamed. 

Not  afhamed  of  Chrifl:          -         -  37 

Atonement.  The  A.           -         -         -  66 

Backflider. 

The  returning  B.         -         -         -  48 

The  Backfi'rder's  Prayer         -         -  218 

Banner  of  Love         -         -         -         -  1 40 

Jianquet.     The  B.      "-         -         -.         -  252 

Bartimeus         -         -         -         -'      -  24S 


i84  A  Table  of  Titles. 

Beloved.  ^  jSYMif, 

Chrlil  the  well-beloved         -  -       i  3^^. 

My  foul  follows  hard  after  thee     -       136^ 

The  voice  of  my  Beloved     -  -          135 

Bleffing.     The  B.         -         -         -  267 

The  fame  fubje(5l         -      268  269     270 

Blood.     The  virtue  of  Chrift's  B.  -        -     99 

Building.     The  Building  of  God  -     -     154 

Bridegroom.     The  voice  of  the  B.  -    -     68 

Canaan    .      - 

Captivity  in  Babylon         -         -         . 

Change.     The  happy  C.         -         -       - 

Chara<fters  of  Chrift  -         -         . 

Child.     TheC.  -         .         -         , 

Children. 

Chrift's  regard  for  little  C.     - 
Prayer  for  C.  -         -         . 

Children  of  believers  dyine:  in  infancy 

Chrift  -  .        ^ .  .         . 

Chrift  the  Lord  -         -         .         , 

Chrift  the  Apple-tree         -         -         „ 

Chrift's  humiliation  ... 

City.     The  city  of  God         -         - 

Comfort  to  the  affli(f^ed 

Communion  with  God         -         .         _ 

Compaffion  and  forgivenefs 

Coucliifion  .  -  -         - 

Confeflfon  and  pardon 

Contrite  heart  -  -         .       - 

Convert.     The  new  C. 

Coronation  of  Chri/l  - 

Creation  -  -         »         -         , 


ATahie  ofTitles.  2^5 

Grofs.     Welcome  Crofs         -         -     rymn  191 

Crucifi)don.     ChritVs  G,         -         -       -  174. 

D£ath  of  the  Saints             -         -         -  223 

Death  of  the  Saint  defirable          -         -  -3^ 

Defert  blooming  as  a  rofc              ■-         -  12. 

Defiring  heavenly  things             -         -  100 

Defpair  prevented             .           -         -  109 

.Dominion  and  Decrees  of  God.      .         -  3^ 

Dying  Chriftian  to  his  foul          »         --  43 

Eafter  Day             .          *         -         227  22S 

Kbenezer             -             -           -           -  77 

Effort.  The  E.        -            -         -         -  17 

Encoaragement  to  truft  and  iove  Grod  107 

Evening             -             -             -             -  i9> 

Evening  Hymn.            -             -             -  172 

Lord's  Day  Evening             -         -  1 64 
Expedlation.     My  expe<ftation  is  from  him  255^ 

Eaith.     The  power  of  F,  -  -     30 

Faft.     For  a  National  Fail  Day         -  Zit 

Favour.     The  Divine  F.             - .            -  6f> 

Feaft.     The  Gk)fpel  Feaft             ..       -  179 

Figtree.     The  blalkd  F.              -         -  8^ 

Fountain.     The  F.             -             -         -  44 

Friend.     A  Frtend  indeed"        -         -  162. 

God  exalted  above  all  praife         '         '  59 

God  glorious,  and  fmners  faved        ^  .     .  .  xj^ 

God  ready  to  forgive              -         •         -  8t^ 

God  fupreme  asd  felf-fufficlent         -       -  4< 

This  God  is  our  God             -         -  261 


l%6  A  Table  of  Titles. 


Go.     To  whom  fhall  we  go         -        hymi7  ^i 

Grace.     Condefcendlng  G.         -         - 

40 

Diftinguifhing  G.              ... 

220 

Reigning  G.              -              -          - 

54 

.  Saved  By  G.             -             -         - 

98 

Gratitude  for  God's  Mercies 

8r 

Hallelujah             -             ^         .         . 

198 

The  Univerfal  H.          -         - 

70 

Happinefs  of  being  V  ith  Chrift         -     - 

208 

Harveft.     The  great  Harveft 

123 

Heart.     The  flony  H.         -         -         - 

101 

Heaven             -             -         ,         -       - 

206 

Longing  for  H.         -.  '     - 

159 

The  Chriftian  longing  to  depart     - 

225 

Help  in  time  of  need 

125 

Hero.     The  American  H. 

167 

Hiding  Place.     The  Chriaian's  H. 

15 

Hope             ■ 

188 

Againft  Hope  believing  in  Hope     . 

108 

Immtitability  of  God 

ji6 

Invitation,  The             .         -         -         - 

152 

TheGofpell. 

I 

Intercefiion             -             -         -         . 

231 

Jabez's  Prayer 

261 

Jacob.     My  name  is  Jacob 

33 

Jehovah-Jireh         -         -     . 

18  i 

Jehovah- Rophi         «         ,         -         ^    . 

i'^ 

A  Table  of  Titles.  287 

.jehovah-Nlffi    ...         -  -         ^'■'^'^   \\l 

Jehovah- Shalom         -        '         '  '         A 

jehov^h-Shammah         -         -         "  "      tii 

lehovah-Tfidkenu              -              -  "           ; 

Jehovah- Jcfus              -         -         '  "        ^^^ 

Jerufalem.     The  Heavenly  5-         -  -     3^ 

The  New  J.             -        -  '        ^^^ 

Jefui  my  all         - 

Jefus  the  only  Saviour         -         -  -        57 

Jewilh -Ceremonial              •              "  "     ^7^ 

Toy  in  Chrift,  and  elcdllng  Love  -          i?^-* 

Juiilee.     TheJ.         -         -         -  -       ^^^ 

Jadement.     Day  of  J.          -         -  -       222. 

^     ^     ThelaftJ.         -         -         -  -    2°^ 
Kingdom  of  Heaven  at  hand 

Lamb.     Worthy  the  L. 

Land.     The  good  L.  ... 

Lite.     The  hidden  L.     - 

Light.     Moon  Light 

Lioht  fhuiing  out  of  Darknefs 

Loit     The  Loft  Sheep  found 

Love  of  God  to  man 

Dwelling  in  Love,  &c. 

FirO.  Love  -         -         -         ' 

The  Love  and  Lovellnefs  of  Jefus  - 

Love  to  Chrift  ;         -         "     ^5^, 

Love  fufferinsj  and  reigning 

Lover.     The^  Heavenly  Lover 

Loveft  thou  me  -  -         "    ^9 

Loving  kindnefs  ©f  the  Lord        -        1 


^88  A  Table  of  Titles. 

March.     TheM.             -         .          ^^,,^ 
Meeting.     At  M jV^ 

Mclchizedeck           -           .         .  ^^ 

MefTageofChrift           .             .         /        ^J 
Midnight  cry j|J 

Millennium.     Extent  of  Chrift's  kingdom  149 
Future  peace  and  glory  of  the  Church  2 1.0 
Longmg  for  the  latter  day  glory     -      60 
On  Earth  as  in  Heaven         -         -       nz 
Miftake.     The  AtheilVs  M.         .         _        U 
Morning  .  .  ^ 

Lord's  day  M.  .         .        ".       J^ 

Nativity  of  Chnft     -         .        23^     ^^s     237 
New  Birth  -  .  .         .  ^l[ 

New- Year's  day         -         .         -       165     ,65 

Ode.     The  Sapphic  O.         -         .         .  ^ 
Opening  a  new  place  of  Worfliip     -     90     61 

Ordination  of  a  Minifter        -         .         -  J46 

Taradife     -             .             _         .         -  180 

Pardon.     A  cry  for  pardon         -         -  tnz 

Pardoning  God,  The     -              -         -  47 

Parting,     At  parting       -         -          144  J4- 

Pilgrim.     The  bold  R     -             •         -  42 

The  Pilgrim's  Son?     *             -      -  70 

Pleading  Chrift     -          ^.         .         .  J? 

Praife  f6r  t\i^  Hope  of  Glory         -       -  124 

Praifv-  for  Redemption     -    '     -         .       ,  oj 

Praife  for  Salvation     -             -         -      .  80 

Praife  to  the  Redeemer          -         -       2?  J « 

Praife  ye  the  Lord     -    ,          .         -       -  ^4 

High  Praifes        -'           .          .  224 


A  Table  of  Titles.  289 

O  Lord,  I  will  pralfe  thee     -     fumn  20 

Prayer  anfwered  by  crolFes         -         -  214 

Prayer  for  AfTarance          -         -         -  262 

V      Exhortation  to  I^rayer         -         -  65 

Gentiles  praying  foi:  J?ws      -         -  6r 

Prelude,  The     -         -         -         ..       -  128 

Prelence  of  God  w6rth  dying  for     -      -  93 

Prefervation  at  Sea     -         -         -         -  249 

Prifoner.     The  fighing  of  the  P.      *     *  4^ 

Privileges  of  the  fons  of  God     -         -  112 

Promifes.  Confidence  in  tlie  P.  -  -  24- 
Precious  P.     -         -         -       i-171 

Profpedls.     The  Chriftian's  P.     -         -  23^8 

Providence 11^ 

The  blefflngs  of  P.     -         -       -       -  119 

Every  creature  at  God's  command  215 

Provide.     The  Lord  will  P.     -       -       -  71 

Redeeming  Love     -      -      -       -     105  2*43 

Rejoicing  in  the  Lord       -       -       -       -  23 

Remembering  all  the  way,  &c.       -       -  1 1  c 

Repentance  and  pardon      -          -         -  153 

Refurre<5lion  and  Afcenflon     -       -      86  2*29 

Refurre(5tion.     The  firft  R.     -       -       -  203 

A  Profpedl  of  the  R.       -       -       -  207 

Riches.     The  unfearchable  R.  of  Chrlll  176 

Righteoufnefs  in  ttie  Lord  -       -       -       -  199 

Rock  of  Ages-            -         -        -         -  no 

Salvation          -         -         ^        -        -  197 

Salvation  approaching         -         -         -  209 

The  method  of  S.     -             -         -  14 

Satan  repulfed    -            -        -        -  loaT 

C  c 


i§d  A  Table  of  Titles » 

Seriptures.  The  excellency  of  the  S.  eimn  I48» 
Sermon.     Before  S.         -  -         -      258 

Before  or  after  S 6 

Shepherd.  He  fhali  feed  his  Flock  like  a  S.  241 

The  Jieavenly  S.         -       -     -  103      104 

Shepherds.     The  S.      -         -  -         254 

Sinai  and  2ion      -  -         «         -         155 

Sinner.     The  awakened  S.  -         -         13 

The  finner's  fears     -         i         -       -    138 

The  fmner's  amazement         -         -     131 

The  finner's  hope     -         -         -     -     133 

The  poor  fmner       -         -         -         7     8 

Soldier  of  the  Crofs         -         -         -         -    16 

Soul.     The  care  of  the  S.     -         -         -      ^S 

Sovereignty,  Divine     -  -  -        49 

Spirit.     Influences  of  the  Spirit  defired         84 

Spiritual  Song     -  -  -         -       130 

Storm.     In  a  S.     -  ■-         -         -       186 

Looking  upward  in  a  S.         *       -      245 

Suffer.     Jefus  hafting  to  S*       -         -         189 

Sufferings  of  Chrift  -         -         .        122 

Supper.     Invitation  to  the  S.     ^  -     i6c? 

The  Lord's  S.         -  .       -        73 

Te  Deum  -  -  -   '         -    2  6 

Temptation  -         -.       -  -         244 

Fleeing  to  Chrlfl  tinder  T,  -  °  27 
Thankfgiving  -  -  -  196 

They  fhall  be  mine,  failh  the  Lord  -  216 
Thunder.     The  God  of  T.  -  168 

Time  -  -  .  .158 

Time  and  Eternity    -  *        *    jeer 


A  Tabic  of  Titles.     '         291 

The  lapfe  of  Tinje  -         eymn  2 1 3 

Treafure.     Laying  up  T.  in  Heaven     -  1/5 

Triumph.      The  Saint's  T.              -  255 

Trump.     The  Trump  of  God      -       -  202 

Truft  in  God  in  dimcukies     -             -  120 

Unbelief  lamented             -             •       -  jo6 

Queftions  to  U.             •             -  21 

Vile.     Behold  I  am  V.             -             -  10 

Villon.     The  beatific  V.        -       .         -  78 

Want.     I  fhall  not  W,      -             -  -  32 

Weary.     Reft  for  the  Weary         *         -  18 

Wedding  Kymn             -         -       •       -  82 

Whitfunday     -             -             -             -  232 

Wifdom  -  -  -  •  -  193 
Wifdom,  Righteoufnefs,  5:c. 

Chrift  our  Wifdom,  &c.  -  -  50 
Word.     The  word  of  God  precious         -       5 

Worldling,     The     -       -         -       -       -  239 

Worlhip.     The  Worfhip  of  Heaven      -  233 

Opening  of  W.      -       -       -     2  3     4 

Zion.     Travelling  to  Z.         -       -         -  64 
Coming  to  Z.      -       -      -      -       -  265 


ERRATA. 

tAGt 

2 1  Fbr  Second,  read  Seventh  Metre. 

46  Verfe  4.     For  Holdy  read  Bear. 

62  Verfe  3.     Read,  Jnd  the  Angels. 

123  Verfe  r.     Tor  Bounding^  Tea.d  Benciing^ 

1 79  Verfe  8.     For  Smoking,  read  Smoky, 

21 1  Verfe  5.     For  Z)^^/,  read  Voji, 


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